Trampler!

We learned last week that the "bonding hormone" oxytocin (not to be confused with the addict's favorite oxycontin) does not exist in levels appropriate for bonding in sheep that deliver by C-section. Consequently, the ewes will starve, ignore and/or trample the lambs.

It's no secret among those who know me well that I have zero intention of having kids. And the older I get, the clearer it becomes that this decision is a good one for me, for a number of reasons. Yep, the old biological clock [accidentally?] got tossed out with the bathwater AND the baby long ago. Fellow ISACer Adrienne leans over to me during this lecture and whispers, "I know you're not a sheep, but that really made me think of you."

The biological clock is missing, not murderous! And you're quite right. I am not a sheep. But this is:

Look at that face. Simply too cute to trample.