GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE LOOK AT ITS FACE WHEN THEY STOP TICKLING EEEEEE

Warning: Gross journal entry ahead!

So today in forensic anthropology, we learned about what happens to you if you die in a house with your pets. In a situation where both your cat and/or your dog is trapped in there with you, the cat will start eating your body first. Based on Buddy's tendency to start chewing on my hair if I'm a half hour late providing him with his nomnoms, I would give my own corpse roughly half a day before he decides to take matters into his own dainty little paws.

This just goes to show you: Cats are assholes. I will sleep with one eye open tonight.

And they start with your lips first, oh god

Will there be an art post soon? I think maybe!

So I got a comprehensive tour of SUNY Buffalo's biological anthropology department. Here are the reasons why my day was probably more interesting than yours:

-I got to hold a walrus skull.
-I now know what monkey soup smells like.
-I got to see dissections being performed on a macaque, chimpanzee, and a human (WHICH WAS CRAZY AWESOME LET ME TELL YOU INTERNET).
-I was holding and gesturing with a human hip bone as I talked to the grad student showing me around.
-I got to see tons upon tons of monkey fetuses in varying stages of development.
-I got to see human skulls with various cranial defects.
-Embalmed things smell funny.

And it was just me and the grad student. I felt like a special pretty princess for an hour as we talked about tuition costs and what my study path should be if I choose UB for a grad school.

Man, but the dead guy's skin resembled a pile of wrinkled wet flesh-colored towels with toenails.