A nudibranch shows us how it’s done.
A nudibranch shows us how it’s done.
Last week, I reported that a 3-meter long clubhook squid had washed up on an Oregon beach. This week, I must report that it has happened again.
You must understand that if a few have died of natural causes, there must be a legion of them lying in wait off the coast. This can mean only one thing: the Cephalopocalypse is nigh. I must get myself to Oregon soon, so I can stand on the beach to greet the onrushing horde, and praise them, as they devour me first.
Those cunning hu-mans have now developed a new way to nab innocent squid.
It’s nice that it’s less likely to injure the creatures, but should we really be encouraging squidnapping?
This is my last day out here in Seattle, so I have to leave you with a memento of what Puget Sound is famous for: the Giant Pacific Octopus.
By the way, there is a petition to end octopus hunting at Alki, where this video was shot.
That female crab doesn’t make herself gorgeous for the males of her species, it seems — sometimes a lady just has to look good.
Contrary to expectation, the model shows that winning the romantic interest of picky males is not enough to explain how desirable feminine features become widespread — even when better-looking females are more likely to land a good catch.
The results of their mathematical approach support other research suggesting that female beauty doesn’t evolve just to win mates.
Instead, traits such as the dance fly’s frilly legs or the blue crab’s red-tipped claws may help their bearers compete for other resources, such as social status or protection from predators. The results are consistent with an idea called the “social selection” hypothesis, first proposed three decades ago by theoretical biologist Mary Jane West-Eberhard of the Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute.
Impossible. They might consider other resources than access to my magnificent manliness to be valuable? Heresy.
Review the unpleasant nature of the cat’s penis. Now contemplate this: “12 feet long and highly mobile” and “gigantic testes that weigh a ton”.
Although, I do confess, when a pod of these big boys go into rut in your back yard, you’ll probably get even less sleep than when the neighborhood cats are in heat.
(Also on FtB)
Weep for the poor creatures.
But note the steely glint of vengeance in the eye of their living compatriots.
(Also on FtB)