![]() Well, obviously, this seemed like pretty bizarre behavior, but then I looked at the corou, and it swiveled an eye stalk at me, and I swear I was overwhelmed with this wave of sadness and regret that was so overpowering I can't even describe it. As she was saying this, her eyes were welling up with tears, and it seemed like she was about to break down right then and there. She told us that the lump we were looking at was called a corou, and that it was an endangered species on Tungsk, and that the Bronx Zoo and others were trying to start a captive breeding program. But then we came to this one habitat and the tour guide stopped and pointed out what had to have been the ugliest lump of fur in the whole zoo. We filed through and the tour guide pointed out all the popular alien animals, like those omads and the revers and the neyons, right, the ones they make stuffed-animal toys of to sell at the gift shop. This was around the time that the Zoo was just opening their "Alien Animals" exhibit, and the place was jam-packed it actually helped that we were on an official educational field trip, because otherwise we probably wouldn't have been able to get through the crowds. My daughter's third-grade class was taking a trip to the Bronx Zoo and it was my turn to be a parent assistant, so I got the day off from work and helped her teacher herd a couple dozen kids around the place, which, if you've never done it, is just as aggravating as it sounds. ![]() The funny thing is that for the next couple of days, the cat seemed to be looking around to find the glyph, circling the table and poking into boxes and stuff. I guess the cat thought he could fly.Īnyway, the glyph went back to the lab the next day. Although at one point he sprinted right towards an open window and my roommate had to make a lunge to keep him from jumping out. After we realized the cat wasn't going to die, it was actually pretty funny to watch him bump into walls and stare at his own paws. Seems that glyphs paralyze their prey with venom it kills just about anything on the glyphs' planet but here it just makes you hallucinate. Then a half hour later I caught him just staring at a bookshelf and wobbling back and forth. The cat ran away and seemed to be pissed off but okay. My roommate had to use a Popsicle stick from the trash to pry the glyph's mouth open. It's scooting backwards, trying frantically to shake this thing off its paw and wailing, you know, like a cat in heat. So there's the cat, batting at the glyph, and suddenly the glyph lunges forward, opens its jaws, wraps them around the cat's paw, and clamps down hard. Thing is, the glyph is a total predator, and it's got this mouth that opens up like a little umbrella and surrounds whatever it's going to eat. I left the glyph alone in its box on the table, and the cat hopped up and started poking at the thing with its paw, you know, poke poke poke. We pushed the cat away from it a couple of times, but then I had to go make a call. It's just this little mouse-like thing, so of course the cat wanted at it right away. My college roommate worked in the xenobiology lab and brought the glyph home one night in a shoebox. That's gotta be the time we got the cat high with a glyph. Rowenna Morello, Accountant, Staten Island: What is the most interesting encounter you've ever had with an alien animal species? Each week, we here at SSWR step right outside of our offices here on 54th and ask folks on the street our Question of the Week - sometimes topical, sometimes whimsical, always intriguing.
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