My Pet Sea Slater

This post is made up of three articles that I originally wrote on Bubblews about my 'pet' Sea Slater - (A marine woodlouse...) Yes, I'm weird, lol! . Anyhoo' I am deleting all of my posts from that site and will be re-housing some of them here on this blog.

Shrodingers Prawn

(originally published on Bubblews 21st August 2013) 

I had no idea that a little sea creature had hitched a ride home with me until he shot out of a rock that I was admiring on my dining table. He gave me the shock of my life and I screamed. "Eurgh there's a prawn thingy!" My partner shouted "Cool!" and the creature shot back into the stone.

I felt really bad that the poor thing had come home with me, so I filled my beachcombing box-bag with pebbles and tried to make him a nice environment to stay in until I could take him back to the beach.

I made some salt water with a very random guess of how much salt to use, 1tsp for about a cm of water in my box, and I added some sea clay that was stuck on some of the fossils that I had not washed yet. (I figured the sea clay would have minerals etc and small stuff that it can eat)

Anyway, with this done, I closed my box and he became Scrodinger's prawn until this morning when I finally managed to get some proper equipment to look after him properly.You can see him in this photo in the temporary home I made him inside my fossil box. As you can see, he is very much alive still - yay!

Crows Eat Dog Poo!

I think I have solved the mystery of why people are finding bags of dog poo hung in trees above bins. Of course the dog walkers were being blamed for throwing bags of shite into the trees :0 But being a dog walker myself this has really puzzled me. Why would someone go to the trouble of picking up their dogs mess, only to get to the bin and decide to launch it into a tree? Nope! I am not buying that.

There have been complaints in the press about this phenomenon, and I have seen it many times.

Yesterday I think I figured out who the culprit was, something had been attacking bin bags that were waiting outside of my house to go into the wheelie bins. I was watching a large crow pulling something from the bag from my window, and realised it was dog poo that my partner had put in the outside bin. I went outside and re-bagged the now ripped bin bag, placing the contents back in the bag.