Virtual Quill

Unfortunately I was right about Rudy failing his driving test. The good news is that he can still take it again after a little more practice. Dad told me that he has some ideas that might help.
The holidays are coming up, which I approach with mixed feelings. While I enjoy coming home, it also puts me in close proximity to Fenton’s pushy parents. Thanksgiving Day is complicated, as my family serves its big meal at the time of day that’s breakfast for Fenton and I. Around 3 a.m., we’ll have dinner with Fenton’s parents. As much as she annoys me, I have to admit that his mom is an excellent cook. Her stuffed tarantula is to die for.
I’m co-writing a research paper with one of my professors, Dr. Tuskermann. It’s about cross-species genetic markers, such as the one I found for Domestication that occurs across the animal spectrum. (That remains controversial, and I need one of my professors as a co-author for it to be taken seriously.)
Lastly, the leaves are falling. That always reminds me of my herbivore childhood, and I get nostalgic. Then, I see a big juicy bug and my natural dietary instincts assert themselves.