“I turned 31 this past summer, and [Dax] said ‘I’m gonna get you a present that no one else will ever get in their lifetime.’ and I was confused, and thought ‘ok’ so the day of my birthday, we’re sitting in the living room and there’s a knock at the door and he says ‘Your present’s here, why don’t you go grab the dogs and go in the back room’ and I had no context for knowing what it was, but I grab the dogs, walk into the back room of the house and I imediately was overcome and I thought ‘There’s a sloth near. There’s a sloth here, it’s close, it’s gonna happen.’ And I didn’t know how to process that, because my entire life had been waiting for this moment, where I would get to interact- I’m serious - with a sloth…and I…First thing you should know about me, if I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying. [I’m crying] if I’m too sad, I’m crying if I’m too happy. […] So I am sitting on my bed, knowing that a sloth is here - [I’m at an] 11 [on the scale] - I start to have a fledged panic attack. I don’t know how to compete with all this emotion, so I just kind of crawl up on the bed and I’m crying so hard, and Dax knocks on the door, and he has a video camera, and he’s like ‘Surprise! I want you to come out into the- Are you alright!?’ And he sees me basically fetal, on the bed.”