safety first

Even the Simplest Outings Are Fraught With Danger

Sigyn and I have taken a break from the continuous eating that goes on in the human female’s mother’s house and decided to get a little exercise by walking to the park and seeing if there’s anything fun to do there.

Odin’s eyepatch!  I’m very glad I have accompanied Sigyn, as already, before even reaching the park, we have encountered a vicious, snarling pit bull dog!  Well, all right, it was leashed and very friendly and Sigyn can charm almost any beast, but still!  It might have gone badly.

The human female used to play in this park decades ago, back when she was still young and nimble.  I believe the playground equipment has been changed since then.  The merry-go-round is gone–which is good, because the injury rates for small people flying off of those is horrendous.

There are still swings, however.  All sorts of things can go wrong with swings!  Fingers can get tangled in chains.  Jumping off can lead to crash landings.  Or, if you’re as clumsy as the human female, you can have one of the heavy rubber seats smack you in the nose, leading to blood everywhere.

No, it’s much safer just to sit.


Sigyn wants to try the slide.  I have my reservations, but I can deny my sweetie nothing.  One can ascend via ladder or by scaling this rock wall.


Sigyn insists on doing it herself and has refused my help.  I have one eye on her struggles and one eye on the rest of the park, scanning for further marauding canines or overzealous tots.

We have succeeded in reaching the top of the slide.  Are you sure you want to do this, my love?  It is a long way down!


Seriously.  And look at those scuff and stain marks?  Are you sure they’re all from shoes?


Here we go!  Wheeeeeee!



That certainly did not go as planned.  Are you all right, my love? Good thing mulch is soft.

Let us sit here on this bench and catch our breath a bit.


There isn’t much inherently unsafe about a bench–at least this time of year.  In the summer a metal bench can become a griddle in no time at all.

After a bit more walking around, we have decided to walk home.  Sigyn is using a bit of folklore magic to ensure the trip is completed safely.



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Suspicious White Powders…

You’d think the human female and her staff have enough to do, looking after their own students, but nooooooo.  Several times a year, the building plays host to visiting high school students for various enrichment programs or the Science Olympiad or some such.

Usually, this just involves making sure that the visitors don’t get up to any mischief with the rooms or their contents.  And no, the human female doesn’t trust them not to, hence this treatment of every unlockable cabinet in the rooms loaned out.

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A few rooms were used the other day by the most recent Science Olympiad.  There were rocks in one room, fossils in another, problem solving in a third, and Odin’s Crummy Depth Perception, what did the Thermodynamics students do in here?!

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What is this mysterious white powder all over the benches?

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What a mess!  Someone (I vote not I!) is going to have to clean that up.  The human female, not knowing what it is, has advised her staff not to tackle the task until someone from the Science Olympiad can tell them what they are being exposed to.  Sigyn, you may want to effect a precautionary retreat.

I, on the other hand, am unaffected by most substances.  Plus I don’t think that the S.O. coordinators would let high-schoolers play about with anything truly dangerous.  Therefore, I think I will indulge in a bit of mischief…

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And give the humans some footprints to clean up as well…

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What’s Behind Door Number 302? Part II: These Were Meant To Be Ours

Room 302, aside from being the Squiggly Things room, is also an overflow space for various consumable supplies.  It’s mostly boring things like paper towels and cotton swabs and little plastic cups and bigger plastic cups.

This is also one of the many stash places for gloves.  Soooo many gloves.  (Either the humans are really clean or really dirty.  I’m not sure which.)

This is my size.


Behold!  I come bearing tidings of safe reagent handling and great mischief which shall be to all people!

Sigyn, have you found the right box for you yet?


Yes, she has!  Sigyn definitely needs the small ones.  Extra small might be even better, but the human female is too cheap to buy any.


Sigyn is very excited about these gloves,  much more than I think they warrant, but I’m not sure why.

Oh, wait.  Now I understand.  It’s not the gloves themselves that have tickled her fancy, it’s the notion that …


…once again, we’ve managed to find things with our initials.  Clever Sigyn!  I hadn’t noticed.

That must mean that all those other boxes are for Mortals.

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