Back in early 2003, when my wife was going to college at CSUN , her best friend had a small yellow bird (no, not Woodstock ) fly into her apartment. As she had a couple cats, keeping the bird would not be a good idea. My wife (girlfriend, at the time) called and asked if I would like a bird. What the hell I thought. I wasn’t sure what to name the bird, at first. After a couple days (and what I assume was a subliminal push from the future Mrs. splorp!), I named her Drusilla, because she kept biting me like a psychotic vampire . Thus, the little yellow bird was dubbed Drusilla, the Vampire Parakeet. Unfortunately, she got sick and died in December 2004.
splorp! just outside of Drusilla’s cage
splorp! with a goatee and Drusilla
splorp! with sideburns and Drusilla
One last Drusilla, outside her cage.