When Animals Attack

First of all, holy hormones, Batman.

These fertility drugs are no joke. For those of you who don’t know us personally, and haven’t already figured this out: my husband is a SAINT.

I’m like a wild, potentially rabid, animal. If, you know, a sign of rabies is hysterical bursts of crying. No? Well… then I’m just a lunatic.

Oh, but speaking of wild, crazed animals!

A friend of mine sent me a link to Animals Being Dicks, which is a great site to waste large sums of time — particularly if you’re a fan of animals being adorable, or kind of gross, but mainly jerks.

These were some of my favorites:

This is just more proof that exercise is always a terrible idea.

Ladies with wigs? Consider yourselves warned.

Further proof that exercise might not really be worth it. And that cats are jerks.

I feel like if a turtle can sneak up on you, maybe you deserve to be bitten on the ass.


This one was my favorite…

…and they linked to the original, so you can hear it, which is even better…

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