I do that with our guinea pigs.
They get a cookie* every day at 5:00 pm when I get finished with work. After 5:00, whether l come in the back door or just come downstairs from my office, they start wheaking and chewing on the bars of their pen (which they think encourages us to give them food for some reason).
Sometimes, after I’ve given them their cookie, I’ll go back up to my office. When I come back, they start acting like they didn’t get the cookie.
I just walk up to them and tell them that they already got it and they aren’t getting another. They stare at me for a moment, then just go back about their business.
I don’t think they actually forget they they got it. I think they just hope I might have forgotten. But it is interesting that all they need me to do is tell them they got it already and they give up.
* The cookie is a vitamin C supplement made of pressed hay with molasses as a binder. The molasses is why they lose their minds over them.
It’s the power of language
The older I get, the more proof I see that dr. Doolittle is true. Animals understand each other, they understand us… We’re the idiots walking around calling animals stupid for not speaking our language
It’s literally how llms work. They’re a high dimensional mathematical construct that creates a shape called a shoggoth - it’s a high dimensional labyrinth through our language
My piggies will go nuts when anyone crinkles a bag. I just stare at them and go “Seriously? We’re not doing that” and they will turn to a low chitter and back to whatever they were doing.
They know what they do 🤣
Professor Oak ass response
Very fitting, considering that guy probably also had sex with the baby’s mother.
The scandalous gigolo.
Kratos and Atreus.
Boy, Hush
why are we reposting from decades old memes?
Planets dying
Reduce reuse recycle ♻️
Because the first time I seen this.
I would never say it out loud, but any time I hear a kid throwing their temper tantrum in public, in my head I want to tell them “just wait, it gets worse.”
That is my exact thought, every time. I might actually say that to my nephew some day…
I do. (not to your nephew though)
We’d bawl together at home, my child.
Ah yes, did the dad ask the child if they were a boy or a girl?
