Lately, I've gotten into the habit of "selling my soul" to my parents in exchange for money/food/movie tickets. Because of my debts, I've had to do a lot of babysitting lately.
On the 16th, way too early in the morning (9:55AM), my Mom told me that she would forget my debts if I would take my littlest sister to her bird class at our neighborhood nature-center. I was desperate to have my soul back (so I could immediately sell it again for some fried rice), so I obliged.
The class was nice, but I heard little of it. I was too busy being absorbed with/having my psyche destroyed by chapter 62 of Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan.
For part of the lesson, however, the class went upstairs to see the new owl at the center.
I think it was an Eastern Screech Owl. He was little and brown, with humongous eyes that looked as if they were constantly crossed. His name was Cricket, due to the little trilling chirp that constantly came out of his tiny beak.
(I wonder if the nature-center would let me borrow him, so that I could take him to a bad performance and let him chirp in the absence of applause)
I ended up begging my five-year-old sister if we could stay with the owl instead of going on the nature walk. She relented, and I spent the next twenty minutes trying and failing to capture Cricket's cuteness.
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