Have I mentioned that I have a zoo?? Eight rescued parrots of varying species, sizes, demeanors and colors; and three rescued dogs from two different countries. Anywho, they all have an overabundance of toys. The favorites being little stuffed animals and anything made of raffia (this mostly for the birds). However, herein what I would like to address are things with eyes - painted, plastic, cotton, whatever. True to nature as the cobra spits his venom at the eyes of his hapless victims, as the tiger claws the eyes of its chosen prey, as the goat gores out the eyes of the unknowing grasslet, and the bunny gnaws out the eyes with its big, nasty bunny teeth. So am I surrounded by the limp and eyeless bodies of lavender T-rexi, blinded and de-moo-ed cows, the unseeing globes of Nemo's floating over the tiles of the great room. Even the lobster with its large, snappy claws has fallen victim to Chauncey's clever de-eyeballing pranks, not forgetting to remove the back-up sensory antennae [technically termed the "corollary Cheetohs" (I'll provide photographic evidence when I get my camera back from work)]. Even now, Mr. Pants has proudly presented the most recent de-eyed victim, a purple Nemo, all other parts perfectly intact except for the two eye polyps now exploded atop his head.
Instinct embedded firmly in the frog brain, the Nature-Nurture controversy rages.
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