Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Yes! I’ve seen the octopuses using coconut shells, and it’s very, very cool. Here’s the video:
(This is one of the dilemmas of having a popular blog. I just checked my inbox, and I’ve been getting notifications about this observation at the rate of about 20 per hour since yesterday. Thanks everyone, I really appreciate it, and you should feel free to send me links to appropriate material — but I may have to repost stuff two or three times to make sure everyone notices that I caught on to the really hot topics of the day.)
Yikes! I step away from the computer for a few hours, and kaboom, everyone on the planet emails me to tell me I must see this video of an octopus using a coconut shell for a home. Well, yes, I must, and so must you.
Although where did everyone get this idea that I am obsessed with coconuts?
It is the Cephalopodmas Season, when tentacles and the deep sea are on everyone’s mind, and that concentrated contemplation of all matters squidly must occasionally erupt into artful self-expression. Below the fold you will find a few beautiful images that have leapt into my mailbox lately.
This is Asher, who made a squid in his sewing class. I wish I’d had a class like that when I was his age.
(via Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub)
It’s only two weeks until Squidmas! Squeeee, I say, Squeee!
You’ve only got a few days left to enter: Everything Octopus is giving away a cephalopod tree ornament, and all you have to do is subscribe to the site and leave a comment. Easy!
I already own this very same ornament, and will be putting up our family christmas tree this weekend. I’ve received a lot of ‘pod gear from readers over the last few years, and I’m planning to decorate the tree with lots of it (I’ll put up a photo when it’s done). If you won this ornament, you’ll be on the path to outdoing the awesomeness of my tree. It’s something to dream of, you know.
I’d happily hang that on my wall. The trophy wife would even more cheerfully tear it down, shred it, and set it on fire. But then, she’s the one with taste*.
*Don’t judge her by her taste in men. That was a momentary lapse of reason, a one time thing.
