I’m glad I won’t be looking for a date while I’m in Australia. Although now I’m a little concerned that if I get a little beer froth on the moustache, I might drive the ladies wild.
I’m flying off to Australia tomorrow! Unfortunately, I’m leaving Mary behind — she’s got a job, you know, and needs to continue slaving away to keep me in the style to which I am accustomed. But she’s not bitter about it, no, not at all. See? She sent me this cheery little ditty about the Australian fauna!
Weep with me.
You know, the rotten little crunchy, jointed thing wouldn’t have stood a chance if he’d been fighting within his own weight-class. I found this video on a blog called Arthropoda — a clearly biased advocacy site for violence on molluscs by the world’s dominant, bullying metazoans.
Here’s what happens when the odds aren’t stacked against the cephalopod.
Although…notice the bit near the end where the narrator refers to “a mere invertebrate”? I think that guy at Arthropoda and I would team up to thump him for that.
It’s the sport that ought to replace pro wrestling, and boxing.
National Geographic has a whole page of miscellaneous videos featuring bats having dinner. I like bats, but perversely preferred this one of assassin bugs turning the tables on them.
For some reason, Grimpoteuthis always makes me think of Wimpy.
(via Frozenly, which also has a number of other photos of weird creatures found in the Mariana Trench)
