Field Notes #1: Specimen Joey (Triceratops Variant)

Observation:

Today, the Joey specimen emerged from the wild carrying the remains of a long‑suffering baby doll — Cous Cous, the doll I bought for Miles when Elliott was still in my tummy, now decapitated after a cat‑pee‑washing‑machine incident.

Right hand: the head — upright, steady, held with calm Triceratops confidence.

Left hand: the torso — dangling, a worn, hand‑me‑down tan body with peach‑plastic limbs.

He paused, performed a full Triceratops boundary‑scan, and asked:

“Is this sentimental?”

Upon receiving the classification “no,” he shook it (we were both confused by the rattle) and offered:

“Do you want to keep this for something creepy?”

I replied: “Halloween.”

He then raised the dangling torso for secondary classification. Approved.

With the grounded, steady, unmistakable Triceratops plod, he transported both items to the Halloween Bin (Capital H, capital B) — which now exists because the garage is finished and there are shelves and we are officially a functioning society.

Conclusion:

A rare, up‑close sighting of the Triceratops archetype performing domestic ecosystem maintenance with calm precision, zero hesitation, and complete immunity to cursed‑object chaos.