No, I don’t have a death wish. Let me explain.
First, imagine singing the “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas” song,
but pronouncing Coronavirus like “Corin avris”. That’s how one of our screen-readers pronounces Coronavirus. Steve and I have gotten so used to pronouncing it that way that we have to make sure we say it correctly when talking to people who don’t know what we’re talking about.
Now, for the more important part of the joke. Remember our old pals at Giant Microbes? Incidentally, I forgot how much fun I had writing this old post. Anyway, Steve wondered if they had made a Coronavirus doll. The answer is an emphatic yup!
I decided to be silly and buy one for one of my nephews. This kid has a wicked imagination and he makes up stories for his stuffed animals to act out. At one point, his little teddy bear was in what looked like a hospital bed with a mask on his face, and the big bear was broadcasting news about the virus and how to stay safe. I thought it would be fun if he could, I don’t know, put the virus in a wrestling match with the big bear or something. I thought he could have fun with it. It hasn’t arrived yet because they’re still making them, but he will get a late birthday present of…the Coronavirus! Aaaaa!
Hopefully some day I will be able to see this doll. It’s being shipped straight to my nephew’s place, but some day I’d like to look at it. I keep thinking about what my mom said about pictures of the Coronavirus that causes COVID-19. “It’s such a pretty virus,” she said, “not like the virus that causes SARS. That one’s ugly!” She’s explained it to me, but I don’t know if I will ever understand. Maybe I will if I can check out this doll.