A glowing cockroach, a monkey with a blue behind, and a meat-eating sponge walk into a bar. "What is this, a 2012 new-species get-together?" the bartender says. "Yes," the three say in unison.
"Incredible Photos of the Beautiful Glasswinged Butterfly." Pretty pictures on this [adjective] day in which [percentage] of it has gone [adverb]. [Via]
Right when you think you've been starting to pull things together.
As part of our ongoing series of conversations with animals on policy and population control issues, we recently sat down with Warren, a bedbug about to step onto a bean-leaf in Murray Hill.
Us: Hi, Warren, why don't you come sit down over here?
Warren: Sure, just let me…hm…wait a second.
Us: Take your time!
Warren: Something about this doesn't feel right.
Us: No? It's just us. (shows hands)
Warren: (cautiously steps forward)
Us: GOTCHA, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Warren: (turns to run, gets hopelessly entangled in the hooks of the bean leaf)
Us: GROW OLD AND DIE THERE, I CARE NOTHING FOR YOUR PLEAS.
Warren: You'll [...]
As part of our ongoing series of conversations with animals on policy and population control issues, we recently sat down with Anne, a Gunnison sage grouse living in Utah.
Us: Hi, Anne.
Anne: O THE ROSY-FINGERED DAWN! O HERALD OF THE MORNING!
Us: Is this a bad time? Who's he?
Anne's Special Friend: MY DARLING! LET US GREET THIS NEW DAY TOGETHER!
Us: Oh. Ohhhh. Um, we can come back?
Anne: POP THOSE AIR SACS AT ME.
Anne's Special Friend: You want me to fan my tail, too?
Anne: You know it, baby.
Us: I mean, we only have an hour or so in Moab to get this interview [...]