Seriously. I actively tried to prevent myself from typing that post title. I really tried. I'm weak.
part of our continuing observation of national Sea Otter Awareness weeK
(n-SOAK. You know you want to start using that acronym.) I thought
that it might be germane to talk a bit about people who latch on to a
particular totem animal.
Now, I'm not talking about your inadvertent animal collectors. To quote arch-villain The Deadly Bulb (aka Pig Leg),
you know how it goes - one person gives you a pig statue, and then
someone else assumes you like that sort of thing and gets you another
and before you know it you have no choice but to buy a hutch.
I'm talking about the people who actively embrace the animal in
question (not literally, in the case of polar bears). Now, on the one
hand it actually makes Christmas and Birthday shopping significantly
easier for these people, so it has that going for it. On the other
hand, the time necessary to set aside for dusting can be a real
killer*. And on the other hand, which is actually a foot, who are we to
judge, right? And on the other hand, which is the other foot, I
personally own the entire run of Doctor Who 1963-present on both VHS and
DVD (minus of course the 106 missing episodes from the mid sixties,
obviously), and I actually had one further point but am out of hands and
feet and everything after that gets inappropriate.
*I know... for no particular reason...
No, the real issue at hand is the relatively small number of animals that tend to get chosen.
-Polar Bears, as mentioned - So cute you might not mind being torn up and eaten
-Penguins (as seen here having a fun adventure with pirates)
-Eagles - for your patriotic and free spirited sort
-Wolves - These are much less likely to appear in statue form, and are mainly to be found in framed artwork.
-Hippos - For some reason that I do not personally understand, because hippos are frickin' mean.
-Pigs - Which I think are meant to be some sort of ironic statement.
Other than your occasional Moose or Fox enthusiast, those are pretty much your choices.
Which is why I feel comfortable with my relatively recent otter-obsession.
On that note - I present today's attempt at Origami Sea Otter.
His name is Steve. He and Buck are friends from school.
I use this as an excuse to once again mention that the collective noun for a group of Otters is a Romp.
Tune in tomorrow for the story of the unplanned office menagerie...