Pretzel Parades and Tylenol Tacos
So I spent the 4th over at my new volunteer job at a farm animal sanctuary near my house. I have a four day internship on animal care before they set me loose on the poor critters. I had idyllic 'All Creatures Great And Small' pictures in my head of how things would be; me gently cradling baby lambs as the wind whispered softly through the meadow...that kind of thing. It couldn't have been less like that. As I put on my Facebook status when I got home, "I'm exhaused, sweaty, smelly and covered in goat poop, pig slop, llama spit and duck feathers. I haven't been this happy in a very. long. time." The main tasks in the morning are to feed and water all of the animals and take the ones outside that are allowed in the pasture. This seemed along the lines of what I expected, until I was told to take a Tylenol taco to the black pig in the sty out back. Uh, you want me to take a what? Where? To Whom? The lead volunteer took a lettuce leaf, loaded...