I still need to go through and update all the older portraits (uuuuugggghhhh), and build a REALLY comprehensive search page, but it will be worth it at the end. Oh, and I updated my admin end to automatically send credits when an adoption is finalized, which will save me SCADS of time.
There's also a new article up at Torn World, Tipcards and Tipping in the Empire: http://www.tornworld.net/settingpageview.php?id=164
It is common to 'tip' for good service and to show appreciation, but tips aren't always in money!
And some more vacation photos, but these aren't quite as happy, so I'm putting them behind this cut in case you have a thing about snakes and bugs and would like to not see them.
This is a green parrot snake, and not poisonous, though I did not know it at the time, and it would not have stopped me from shrieking "SNAKE!!!!" at the top of my lungs as I did when I spotted it outside the kitchen window. I figured he was a little baby snake, but Jake went around the back door and took this photo then, proving that he was quiiiite long:
There were a number of other interesting bugs - a spider the size of my outstretched fingers was floating in the pool runoff one morning, and there were orb weavers all over the property. One morning there was a scorpion in the bathroom. That was exciting. But the bane of my existence were the ants. It became a 'thing' - I was obsessive about cleaning right up after we ate because otherwise anything (particularly anything sweet) left anywhere attracted these teeny little minuscule ants. Ten minutes after you chopped up a pineapple, there would be the teensy, hair-sized line of ants coming in from the window to the chopping board. We bought pastries one night, and the tupperware we so carefully had them in had a hair-line crack in the lid that we didn't notice. Yup, swarming with ants the next morning. "Ants!" I'd mutter, cleaning up everything. "Ants!" when I was sweeping. "ANTS!" when I was scrubbing off the Guppy. They never got bad, but I could see how they could have, REALLY easily. Even home in Alaska, when I'm cleaning something up, I catch myself muttering, "Ants!"