THE EBOLAS ARE COMING TO GET ME!

[Faye Valentine]

Faye, do you only see us men's wealth?

lol no
My first major was bio and i wanted to go into bio med (with a specialisation in genetics). then changed to premed and then it all exploded on my face when i "found out" i was hemophobic. So Im kinda jelly. I was just mentioning the obvious

I hate (living) chickens, and I already live on a ranch, more or less...at least I did until I sold the cows and planted pine trees on all 80 acres.

Many many years ago when I was a wee lass, I won a little chick at a carnival. Since winning chicks at carnivals was pretty popular back then and they would give them out like candy i thought it was going to die soon but the little chick didn't die. She became a huuuuge fat hen that would put an egg each day. The thing was so big it would bully the shit out of my chow chow, she was the queen of the yard, the HBIC. One day I came home from school and she was gone. My heartless mother had given it to the maid so she could take it to her family's bbq. RIP Sir Pollin, gone but not forgotten

[Rodent of Unusual Size]

Biomed would be a lot more fun job if it weren't for the fact that there are only three of us in our organization of two hospital campuses and a dozen outlier clinics. Hell, I got called in today because of some petty-ante bullshit that had little to nothing to do with us, but it was all "help me Obi-Wan Sha-wiggie, you're our only help". At least I got time-and-a-half for my trouble.

My brother's family has a Rhode Island Red for a pet. My sister-in-law's cousin gave their boys a couple baby chicks some time back, and the only one that survived is...well, I don't know how old it is, but it's old enough that it doesn't put out eggs anymore. But in her prime they had a fresh egg every morning. Additionally there are no insects in the yard...no anthills or anything. The chicken takes care of it, apparently.