Mission Mission

I don’t know, he looks pretty unpleasant. Maybe you should let this one go.

MM reader Mike has a perfectly reasonable request:

maybe you can help solve the mystery of why someone would place an iguana in a straw basket up my tree. @ 17th and albion

I usually never write this, but WTF???  Some bizarre feeding ritual?  Fresh air?  Owner has been playing too much Skyrim and wanted to see if his reptile could fly too?

Someone better have a good explanation for this or Vegansaurus is gonna rage!

[via killershot]

This van allegedly took a right turn at the intersection of 20th and Harrison this afternoon right into a pair of allegedly off-leash puppies who were crossing the street in the crosswalk, their owner right behind them.

Witnesses reported that one of the pair died on impact, while the other’s desperate yelps could still be heard minutes later. Paramedics and animal control units were on the scene.

A white-jacketed forensics expert was taking iPhone video of eye-witness accounts:

(Thanks, @katchatters!)

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Our pal Broke-Ass Stuart explains:

It says “Dead cat. Do not touch. Will be picked up by 9:30,” and there was in fact a dead cat in there.

I asked him how he’d confirmed this fact:

The tail was sticking out one side and an ear out the other.

“We only sell them.”  But seriously, why is it so difficult to find a place to live in this city that allows you to have loveable, furry pets? Is the chance that Rover might drop a deuce on the carpet so great that landlords just don’t want to deal with them? Isn’t that what security deposits are for?

I’ve got an empty room in my place, a glorious 28×14 uber room, but all of my friends who have expressed interest are saddled with felines and sadly that’s a no-no according to my landlord. Attempts to negotiate a “pet deposit” have also gotten nowhere.

For that matter, I want a cat myself to love and cuddle! I’m missing out on a lot of mutual affection here! I suppose you could always go rogue and just get one anyway, but that seems like quite the risk.

What is the deal with landlords and pets?