Rain, Rain Go Away… Oh wait, I live in London.

But not of prisoners from a jail, of a kangaroo from a circus. In Kinsale, Ireland, right before the show was about to begin, Sydney decided to take a little walk. Circus staff searched for the 2 year old kangaroo for four hours, but Hoppy (as he’s been renamed by the locals in the area) managed to avoid capture and is still roaming free.

I don’t know about you, but I might freak out a little bit if I looked out my window and saw a kangaroo hopping happily (ha! alliteration!) through my garden. Particularly since- the last I heard- kangaroos aren’t indigenous to Ireland. But that’s just me. Wouldn’t stop me from trying to pet him, though… And probably getting bitten in the process. But hey- it’s a kangaroo. In Ireland. Roaming free. How often do you see that?!

Also, on a more personal note: I was brutally attacked by yet another winged devil (read: pigeon) this evening. As I was walking around LSE, a pigeon took off near me and his wing clipped my head. At first I thought I was probably just imagining that it touched me, but then two girls walked up and shrieked, “Oh my God! That pigeon just hit you in the head! Gross!” (Sidenote: Yes, they were American) I personally wanted to reply, “Yes, thank you, I know,” in a really snarky voice. However, I refrained, smiled and kept walking… Otherwise I might have a) been rude a la the above comment, b) smacked them for being so annoying, or c) both a and b.