This is me, via the Morris Campus Cam. My friends Maddie and Seth, who are summering in Washington state, messaged me about forty-five minutes ago:
“We’re creeping. Go stand out on the mall.”
So I did.
In other news, this happened:
What strikes me is the part where they say that twice, females strategically pushed at George laid eggs, but both times, the eggs were infertile. It’s as if George knew he was the last of his kind, and preferred to remain that way, as a sort of testament to dying breeds everywhere.
Here’s another testament, once that leaves me wondering what the heck I can do to help. Because these numbers are drastic.