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| Poor poultry - killed on the mean streets of NY, like so many country birds that come to the big City with dreams of fame and fortune... |
Showing posts with label Asphyxiation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asphyxiation. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
A Victim of Fowl Play
Today's post comes courtesy of reader Danielle, who spotted the below critter on East 5th Street and 2nd Ave in Manhattan:
It's sad but true - before being carelessly discarded, it appears that this rooster had his wings bound and was strangled with a seat belt. I don't know whether to call the sanitation department, the police, or the ASPCA.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Confessions of a Toy Abandoner
Spotted in... my living room. SIGH.
I had kept some of my childhood toys in the unbelievably vain hope that I would someday pass them on to my spawn. Well, that time has come - Baby Abandoned Toys is on his way. But with one look at (and smell of) these critters, I realized that there was no way in hell that I was going to let my kid snuggle up to one of them.
So they needed to go. Which brings me to my second unbelievably vain hope - that somebody else would want my funky smelling/looking old toys! Needless to say, it is very, very difficult to donate used stuffed animals to charity - most likely because of the bed bug epidemic. But I also imagine it has something to do with the fact that no matter how much you launder a beloved childhood bear, you can never really get his matted fur into a semi-presentable state (or smell).
So, with a heavy heart, I watched my better half put the toys in a garbage bag and walk it down to the curb. I then refused to exit the apartment until the trash was collected the next day - luckily, there had been no rooting through the bag; I don't think I could have handled seeing my critters strewn across the sidewalk and street.
I kinda feel like I had this coming - biblical parables are ringing in my ears ("Lest not ye be judged"), as well as a few of the secular variety (rocks and glass houses, pot calling kettle black, etc). I hear you, cruel universe - but the blog must go on!
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| And yes - if you're wondering, I do believe they were calling out for me from the confines of their plastic grave... |
I had kept some of my childhood toys in the unbelievably vain hope that I would someday pass them on to my spawn. Well, that time has come - Baby Abandoned Toys is on his way. But with one look at (and smell of) these critters, I realized that there was no way in hell that I was going to let my kid snuggle up to one of them.
So they needed to go. Which brings me to my second unbelievably vain hope - that somebody else would want my funky smelling/looking old toys! Needless to say, it is very, very difficult to donate used stuffed animals to charity - most likely because of the bed bug epidemic. But I also imagine it has something to do with the fact that no matter how much you launder a beloved childhood bear, you can never really get his matted fur into a semi-presentable state (or smell).
So, with a heavy heart, I watched my better half put the toys in a garbage bag and walk it down to the curb. I then refused to exit the apartment until the trash was collected the next day - luckily, there had been no rooting through the bag; I don't think I could have handled seeing my critters strewn across the sidewalk and street.
I kinda feel like I had this coming - biblical parables are ringing in my ears ("Lest not ye be judged"), as well as a few of the secular variety (rocks and glass houses, pot calling kettle black, etc). I hear you, cruel universe - but the blog must go on!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sad studies in asphyxiation
Abandoned Toys is taking a poll (yay - our first interactive post!)
The question is which is worse for the critters in question:
1. Suffocation by plastic bag and inevitable trip to the dump?
OR...
2. Trapped in a glass horror box outside of an abandoned grocer across from the Green-Wood Cemetery?
My vote is for the latter - I can almost guarantee that in 20 years, you could take the exact same photo, with the only difference being some fur fading due to sun exposure... :(
The question is which is worse for the critters in question:
1. Suffocation by plastic bag and inevitable trip to the dump?
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| Note the critter all up in Valentine Bear's business |
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| Query: How did Taz escape? Or was he spared - why the favoritism? |
OR...
2. Trapped in a glass horror box outside of an abandoned grocer across from the Green-Wood Cemetery?
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| The saddest orgy ever... |
My vote is for the latter - I can almost guarantee that in 20 years, you could take the exact same photo, with the only difference being some fur fading due to sun exposure... :(
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