I’ve loved comics since I was 6 or 7 years old. Always had a battle with my Mom over my collection, but at least she never went behind my back and got rid of them. She would insist that I trade comics with the neighborhood kids so she didn’t have to buy so many, but they were mine. The first time, as an adult, that I sold one comic at a convention for $90, she quit nagging altogether. :) There was value in my comics and the cash sealed the argument. When I was still living at home, I told her if anything happened to me, to not toss the comics, but rather call a local comic shop or two and let them make her an offer. Not a problem anymore. Mom and Dad are both long gone and the comics still remain with me. Now it’s up to Sis to outlive me and sell them to pay for her grandkid’s college education.
So sorry for your loss. Our precious pets don’t live as long as we do, sadly, and we wind up mourning many of them. I kept Mom’s little dog with me after Mom passed. I don’t think poor Annie ever got over losing Mom and Dad, but I kept her safe and well-loved until she went to join them.
Elephants, porpoises and many other creatures communicate with each other and even attempt to communicate with us. Conversation is one of the first signs of sentience. Ants and bees are more of a hive mind, sharing information about the location of food and danger to benefit the entire hive; like a Human’s senses work together to find food and avoid becoming food. So, ants and bees are basically one creature with many parts, and their ‘conversation’ is like our body’s ‘conversation’ with itself; and not a hallmark of blossoming sentience.
The second joke didn’t make any sense.