Many of you have asked… what’s up with Zooillogix? Over a month between posts… Rambling, incoherent responses to inquiries from the Royal Society… Dark bags underneath our eyes… Hair loss and tooth decay… Some of you might have thought it was drugs. Well you were right. It took Jane Goodall finding my brother, Benny, face down in a back alley puddle in San Francisco’s Chinatown to get us back on track. She brought him home and nourished him with rare sunbittern soup, an old Amazonian home remedy. Restored to his former strength, but missing many teeth, I am proud once again to call him my brother so long as it’s not in public.
So the above is only about 80% true. Other significant factors have included Ben’s purchasing of a second bar in San Francisco (this time with 50% more yuppy!) and my utter distraction with the sucrose world of ZooBorns (a joint venture between the Association of Zoos and Aquariums and the Tachov Tank Munitions Factory).
But here’s the good news, we’re back in action with a little help from our friends. Firstly, “Katie the Intern” has been promoted to simply “Katie.” Katie is overjoyed that she now will be referred to simply by her first name. Secondly, we have added another Zooillogix reporter, the inimitable Julia Chosy, Ph.D. Why would someone with an advanced degree join our ranks you ask? Because we have pictures. We’ll leave it at that.
Tune in regularly as Zooillogix is restored to its former glory and you once again can regale friends at keg parties with your knowledge of ant sex, fish clairvoyance, and my brother’s scent-based defense mechanisms.
You’ll eat it, and you’ll like it.