Seven Things That Make a Library Good

(I don't remember what website I got this prompt from)
The smell
The little room in back where they let you stash other peoples’ horrid children.
The ghostly procession of Civil War soldiers that rides through every public library east of the Mississippi every Wednesday at 2 a.m.
They let me sleep there.
They way the poetry books swoon out of the cases if they think you might pick them up and read them.
The basement. If you joined Friends of the Library you might know.
An adult-sized ball pit helps.

What Bit Me

...accidentally or otherwise, mostly when I was a veterinary assistant:

An American Saddlebred mare, for no reason at all
A pit bull whose spay sutures were being removed
A geriatric collie (my worst dog bite ever)
A military macaw that wanted one of my earrings (he got it)
A cat or three
Sundry cockatiels and parakeets
A Colombian red-tailed boa constrictor
An iguana
A Nubian goat
A gerbil
A sugar glider