HoofbeatsEqualZebra
@knockknockzebra.bsky.social
Lifelong Bostonian; ex-longtime Animal Care Vol (including for 2 kinds of zebra). Chronically ill, PTSD-having, neurodivergent introvert; mask wearer. She/her. My friends really do call me T.
Speaking of, did you ever find out why your neighbor’s [skeleton moose, was it?] had pink plastic bags on their heads?
November 12, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Speaking of, did you ever find out why your neighbor’s [skeleton moose, was it?] had pink plastic bags on their heads?
It was like 2.5 seconds of mutually-offended Kabuki.
November 11, 2025 at 11:56 PM
It was like 2.5 seconds of mutually-offended Kabuki.
I (F, straight, 60ish) said, “Hel-lo, beautiful!” to an English bulldog outside my therapist’s bldg. Her mom looked super weirded out & it took me a sec to realize she’d thought I meant her & my face went into full-on “AS IF,” not bc the mom wasn’t beautiful, but bc she was human.
November 11, 2025 at 11:45 PM
I (F, straight, 60ish) said, “Hel-lo, beautiful!” to an English bulldog outside my therapist’s bldg. Her mom looked super weirded out & it took me a sec to realize she’d thought I meant her & my face went into full-on “AS IF,” not bc the mom wasn’t beautiful, but bc she was human.
An old, Cape Cod-based boyfriend joined the merchant marine [at 41, mind you] & called me from Quito, Ecuador, which happened to be having a cold snap. The phone line was static-y as hell, and all I could make out was, “THERE’S FUCKIN’ LIZARDS RAININ’ FROM THE TREES.”
November 11, 2025 at 8:57 PM
An old, Cape Cod-based boyfriend joined the merchant marine [at 41, mind you] & called me from Quito, Ecuador, which happened to be having a cold snap. The phone line was static-y as hell, and all I could make out was, “THERE’S FUCKIN’ LIZARDS RAININ’ FROM THE TREES.”