One of the cooler things to happen to me so far this summer, was that I had the pleasure of meeting a very dramatic emu named Queenie. I’ve never met an emu before, and my only frame of reference was the attacking emus in Dude Where’s My Car, but Queenie lived up to her name. She was like an aging Hollywood starlet. She would follow you around, but the moment you looked at her, she would look away. I miss Queenie, and the somber drumbeat sound that she would make as she walked around. Hopefully, I’ll see her again soon.