…and I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going.
Moggiesays
If orchids evolved from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?
Antiochus Epiphanessays
From David Attenborough’s The Abyss Stares Back
The primary pollinators of these monkey-faced orchids are humans, who, leaning in to kiss the adorable “face” are adorned with pollinia; twin packets of pollen, or the male contribution to the next generation. The monkey-faced orchid figuratively places all of its eggs in one basket. If the pollinator does not lean in to kiss another flower, the pollinia have been wasted, and are eventually mistaken for a smudge of mustard and discarded in a napkin or with a surreptitious smudge of saliva. However, the monkey-faced orchid has a secret weapon: *adorbsies*. The hapless pollinator, upon kissing the monkey-faced orchid undergoes a surge of serotonin, and is awash in a state of illusory well-being. The feeling is overwhelming, yet fleeting. For such a pollinator to maintain this indescribable “high”, it must immediately seek out another monkey-faced orchid to kiss. And thus the circle of life is completed. Or perhaps the pollinator has a kitten at home.
They’re so cute!
Golden marmosets all the way – little marmosets on a stick. Happy little marmosets on a stick. Because their little mouths are open in wide-mouthed wonder and joy, to my pattern-recognizing eye.
Jeez! They look like monkeys with tentacles
…and I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going.
If orchids evolved from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?
From David Attenborough’s The Abyss Stares Back
Scary? Phew… who is afraid of dead golden marmoset monkey heads on spikes?
Whoa. My face recognition is in overdrive.
And thus the circle of life is completed. Or perhaps the pollinator has a kitten at home.
^_^
My flower is a monkey, your argument is invalid!
Spud, do I ever hate monkeys.
Golden marmosets? This is the monkey I thought of when I saw them.
Roar, Zabimaru!
They’re so cute!
Golden marmosets all the way – little marmosets on a stick. Happy little marmosets on a stick. Because their little mouths are open in wide-mouthed wonder and joy, to my pattern-recognizing eye.
Real Garden Gnomes (TM)