[Warning: Mostly non-serious post here discussing a subject to which I devoted a lot of mental capacity last week.]
Last week, I decided to put some “serious” thought into what my spirit animal should be. This was a surprisingly difficult question to answer, specifically because I’ve put some weird constraints on this animal that embodies my soul.
First, I’d like my spirit animal to be a “higher-level” animal, so a bird, a reptile, or a mammal. This rules out the planaria as well as the honey bee, the latter being a pretty good embodiment of my personality: works well in a structured society, knows its place, follows the rules, hardworking and industrious, stings people when angry….
My second (arbitrary) constraint is that I’d prefer not to have a spirit animal that I am likely to eat. Spirit cannibalism just seems wrong, right? This rules out ducks, though honestly, I’m not a big fan of duck and also, not really like a duck at all.
[Aside: I learned that 'mallard' in French is canard colvert, and that bleu canard ('duck blue') is a teal-ish color, like the blue found in the wing of a mallard. Facts!]
Also, I don’t want a spirit animal that everyyyyyone else has, right? I mean, I’M A UNIQUE AND SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE!
Eventually, I was just picking interesting animals and looking them up on Wikipedia, and they were mostly from Australia. This has the downside that I might never see my own spirit animal because who knows when I’m going to Australia???
Contenders for Mica’s Spirit Animal were:
- The dugong — Too gentle
- The wallaby — Too cute
- The sea or box turtle — Too slow and respectable.
- The fox — I’m not actually that clever. Sigh.
The platypus is a strong contender, and I do love me some monotremes. I mean, I’m kind of a mix of things, right? And they seem like frantic swimmers, much like I am a fast walker and do-er of things! Bonus points to the platypus because it has a poisonous spur. They’re such weird-looking badasses.
While examining Australian fauna, the Hus-friend suggested that my spirit animal be THE TASMANIAN DEVIL, which Wikipedia describes thusly:
“It is characterised by its stocky and muscular build, black fur, pungent odour, extremely loud and disturbing screech, keen sense of smell, and ferocity when feeding.”
You guys, except for my lack of body odor, that basically describes me. ME! I am ferocious when feeding, and we all know that hanger is a real and present force in my life.
Like, cool, I’m down with having a strange spirit-connection to a ferocious little Australian marsupial except for this…this:
“They are known to eat animal cadavers by first ripping out the digestive system, which is the softest part of the anatomy, and they often reside in the resulting cavity while they are eating.”
After that, I’ve given up for awhile. I think I need to stop making my spirit animal try to happen. It will come to me, right?
Alright, serious and important question, blog readers: Do you have a spirit animal??
(And do you have a spirit animal suggestion for me?)