Weird title for a weird thing.
Long story short – this is an aside, after all – I got bit by a marmot of all things. In a dream, mind you, I don’t go around trying to poke these things in real life. Though, I have seen one in real life and it was quite cute!
So, yeah, weird dream. A flock (a flock? What does one call a group of marmots?) of marmots appeared to be grazing in my backyard for some reason, about eight of them, and Dream-Me decided it would be a great idea to go up and try to pet one of them. I dunno, man, I have no self control in dreams. You can imagine that said rodent was rather perturbed at this. Sunk his little gnashers right into my right hand.
Considering that marmots are actually big ground squirrels, ergo could have something to do with Ratatosk… I dunno. I’ve been dealing with some weirdly debilitating burnout, of all the stupid things, and can’t quite brain straight. Marmots. ‘Tis the season, I guess.
Incidentally, they get marmots in Kazakhstan and Mongolia, too. Food for thought.
Also, on further investigation, a group of marmots is called a madness. How appropriate! Now we know.