This morning, I awoke to Coco in the middle of an acid flashback. Apparently the desert picture I hung above her cage was "disturbing" to her and she screamed, "Wait! We can't stop here...this is bat country."
After I settled her down (and after a dozen or so Michelob Ultras) Coco slipped into one of her "talkative" moods. Coco admitted that's she's always felt unfulfilled with her life.
"I think I wanna pursue my dreams."
"Oh yeah girl, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know...I've always wanted to sell ladies shoes. I think I'd be good at that."