Tua Squid toga suspina est.

I am terribly sorry about the infrequent posting as of late. Between the human's homework, endless facebooking, and time-wasting, as well as my own need for sleep, it can be difficult for a squid to procure blogging time. Tonight, however, the human was occupied by the movie "Dirty Dancing," and is now applying some needlework to her marching bibbers and agreed that I could use the laptop for a while.

True to my word, I squidded over to the Cowles Library the day after my arrival, after first being schooled by the human as to the proper pronunciation of it's name. Apparently the silly girl went around calling it "cow-less," as in, "devoid of the bovine species," for several weeks before learning the correct verbalization of "coles." I did indeed locate several fine and squid-worthy nooks, and was pleased to see that the only humans nearby were sound asleep and, in all likelihood, drooling into their reference books. I never drool. Upon further exploration of the library, I discovered a rather distressing room that seemed very similar to a human jail, with sufficiently creepy, narrow staircases leading to other levels of it... I felt it was in my best interest to remain alive, and did not proceed with my investigation. The human, on the other hand, intends to delve into the dusky passages and see what she may find. I am hopeful that she shall not be maimed or scarred by this experience, as she provides my food and logs onto the laptop for me and I do not honestly know how I would manage these tasks alone.

For those of you who may be reading this and who are, regrettably, not squids, allow me to describe some of the pains I have taken to avoid being seen by the general human population. I can imagine that, for a human, it is quite easy to walk around unnoticed by other similar creatures... for a vibrantly red squid, however, the task becomes much more of a challenge. For a few days I attempted to wear some of my human's clothing and simply squidded around pretending to be a very small human being. This proved to be too much trouble however, as I could only use two tentacles at once and still managed to attract some curious stares from passing humans. Another time, I decided to go incognito by donning a pair of dark sunglasses and squidding around the empty parts of campus (I borrowed this method based on a picture my penpal sent me... it seemed to work very well for him). Sadly, the sunglasses rendered me utterly blind and after crashing into several buildings, trees, and unsuspecting squirrels, I abandoned the attempt. My latest tries have involved covering myself in an unused bedsheet and squidding rapidly down the walkways, leaping into the air at frequent intervals and making unearthly noises suggestive of the ghost that may occupy our dorm room. This seems to have worked well thus far, as most of the humans simply scream and run in the opposite direction, abandoning whatever they were holding at the time. This, happily, has resulted in some unexpected free lunches, as I do hate to see unwanted food go to waste. With any luck, this method of concealment shall work in my favor for some time yet.

Alas, bedtime has arrived and passed. I depart!
Cheers,
Squidmore