There turns out there is a father, mother and baby nutria in da hood. It's a little different than the bear family from the famed tale of lore, "Goldie Locks", but not so far off. Both have three sizes of varying proportions. Both eat cold cereal. Both have exposed their child to "adult" situations, like arguments, binge drinking and profanity. Both of them have defecated while having a luxurious dip in the river. Should I keep going?
The baby seems to have the closest bond with its mother. While the Papa Nute keeps his pace farthest up stream, child and mother keep close and personal. Being a cultural historian, I also employ a degree of animal sociology. Observing the situation at hand has led me to conclude that the baby nutria is a male. Let me tell you why.
While Freud was on his island adventure observing the evolutionary changes on finch beaks, he made some revolutionary observations about family interactions within the nutria species. He saw that the infantile male nutria seemed to have a natural attraction to its mother, while female nutria sought after their father. He concluded that the nutria rat had developed an ugly rat tale instead of a nice beaver tale or decisively more cute and thick-ish tale of the muskrat because of its peculiar and rude family interaction.
My ideas did not come to full fruition until I remembered this historical story of soft science. Despite the father being a bit of a lone wolf, I still raise my glass. "Long live the nutria!"
The baby seems to have the closest bond with its mother. While the Papa Nute keeps his pace farthest up stream, child and mother keep close and personal. Being a cultural historian, I also employ a degree of animal sociology. Observing the situation at hand has led me to conclude that the baby nutria is a male. Let me tell you why.
While Freud was on his island adventure observing the evolutionary changes on finch beaks, he made some revolutionary observations about family interactions within the nutria species. He saw that the infantile male nutria seemed to have a natural attraction to its mother, while female nutria sought after their father. He concluded that the nutria rat had developed an ugly rat tale instead of a nice beaver tale or decisively more cute and thick-ish tale of the muskrat because of its peculiar and rude family interaction.
My ideas did not come to full fruition until I remembered this historical story of soft science. Despite the father being a bit of a lone wolf, I still raise my glass. "Long live the nutria!"
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