Gotta catch 'em all

There's no professor to study it and take it either.

That's a strange way to describe pregnancy.

You're right, it's kind of shifted on its Praxis

When I was a kid, our neighbors had parrots.

One late afternoon my mom hears my baby sister crying in her room. Gets up. Checks on her. Sleeping soundly in her bed.

Half an hour later. Crying again. Same thing, my sister is sleeping

This happened a couple times

Took a couple days for my mom to figure out that one of the parrots learned to imitate my crying sister perfectly, and she could hear it when my neighbor had his windows open

When I was a child, my best friend's mom had a parrot named Ricky. It either hated or loved me, I was never sure; either way, I was terrified of it and preferred not to go near it.

As an adult, I once walked out to my car to find a parrot perched on my windshield wiper. I only had that parrot one night (in no way was I prepared to house a bird, I took it to an exotic bird shelter the next day), but it was much kinder than Ricky. Strangely, it did not like our cats