My youngest son is obsessed with echidnas. He wants one as a pet. He wants to grow up and move to Australia and be either a zoologist or zookeeper and work with, you guessed it, echidnas. He was home from school today with an earache and spent his time on the web researching information about echidnas. Not for school, but simply because he loves echidnas. We even talked about the origin of the name "echidna," from Greek mythology.
Did you know that a baby echidna is called a puggle? No, neither did I.
And his second greatest obsession, after echidnas, are platypuses, or platypi, whatever. A baby platypus is called a puggle, as well.
I have weird kids. I would not trade them for the world.
Did you know that a baby echidna is called a puggle? No, neither did I.
And his second greatest obsession, after echidnas, are platypuses, or platypi, whatever. A baby platypus is called a puggle, as well.
I have weird kids. I would not trade them for the world.
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(Poke around in his LJ of 8-10 months ago, perhaps.)
He also rears bats.
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And when I visited Lone Pine (a koala-and-other- Australian-animals park) earlier this year with some visitors, we got to see a newly-employed keeper being taught how to get an echidna out of the half-holes they dig, so it could be weighed.
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