birthday cave

Wednesday was Arthur’s birthday. I take considerable pride in my gift wrapping prowess. But this one takes the cake (which I also made, German chocolate with the icing homemade, it was awesome, yeah).

Saying that it looked like an episode of Lost, he did not fail to notice that this is our house, Google Map gift wrap plane crashed about our yard, we’re in the flight path, after all.

He did not guess, though, that I got him a green laser for extending his wonder and touching the stars (and hopefully never taking down aircraft). Yippee!

Then for good measure we prowled around a cave.

Inner Space Cavern was discovered in 1963 in Georgetown, Texas, during the construction of Interstate 35.

As in, whoops! Here’s a cave!

The Texas Highway Department wanted to pump it full of cement, but the landowner-cum-cave-master would have none of it. They’ve since uncovered bones of prehistoric animals with sections of the cave still unexplored.

It includes adorable tiny bats, aptly described as furry chicken nuggets. They kindly did not get caught in my hair even once.

Here’s one of the resident baby ibex.

There was also a zebra, but the zebra was a jerk.

No internet fame for jerk zebra.