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Seagulls. They annoy us with their incessant chattering. They poop on our cars. And they try to kill innocent, defenseless seahorses.

A Dorset woman thwarted their evil plan by rescuing a seahorse that apparently was dropped into her front yard three miles from the ocean.

"I was just popping out to buy a paper and I looked down and saw this funny object by the pathway," said Karen Warr, who named the seahorse "Pegasus" and took it to recover at a nearby aquarium.

According to the Telegraph, "It is not known how long Pegasus had been out of water for but Mrs Warr put her pet cat out three hours before she found it and 'it couldn't have been there then otherwise he would have eaten it.'"

I wonder: Maybe seahorses aren't evil. Maybe Pegasus had some other underlying medical condition -- blocked artery, high blood pressure -- and this was a desperate attempt to come to the attention of human medical personnel.

Speaking of human medical personnel, doctors in Oxfordshire were horrified when Gavin Hyatt "gave birth" to a twin that had been hidden in his abdomen for 30 years. "In a scene echoing the horror movie 'Alien,' Gavin staggered into his [doctor's office] bleeding from his belly button," wrote the Sun.

Somehow I doubt it was like that scene in "Alien." I don't think Gavin's twin took a look around the room, zoomed off, grew at an enormous rate and then starting picking off people one by one, forcing Sigourney Weaver to walk around an escape pod in her underwear.

What I find interesting about this BBC story on Jack, a Labrador retriever who had to have emergency surgery to remove the refrigerator magnets that he had eaten, is the frequent mention of why he was sleeping in the kitchen in the first place: He was recovering from a "castration operation." The expression's in there three times. What, don't they neuter their pets there?

Here's something to keep in mind the next time you go on a bender: Bacon sandwiches can help cure a hangover. At least that's what a researcher at Newcastle University's Centre for Life told the Telegraph. Apparently bacon contains a nice combination of proteins and fats which can help the body recover from the effects of alcohol. Of course, they have that weird flabby bacon over in England. Anyone volunteer to experiment this weekend and see if our nice crispy bacon works?

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By John Kelly  |  May 15, 2009; 11:00 AM ET
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"Somehow I doubt it was like that scene in 'Alien.' I don't think Gavin's twin took a look around the room, zoomed off, grew at an enormous rate and then starting picking off people one by one, forcing Sigourney Weaver to walk around an escape pod in her underwear."

But did it grab a top hat and cane and sing "Hello, My Baby"? Because that would be awesome.

Also, as a cat owner, let me say how much I love Ms. Warr's logic in pinpointing the seahorse timeline. So true.

Posted by: Janine1 | May 15, 2009 11:22 AM | Report abuse

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