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Where to buy it

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Sunny and his Komodo cam, San Diego Zoo, San Diego, California
Why he does this, and full video, at Youtube page (autoplay) -- click on "SHOW MORE"

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From Bird and Moon Science and Nature Cartoons

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Doctor Fun
How and why real-life monarch butterflies have bad taste

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From Life: The Science of Biology, 4th Edition

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Article about how it works, including full video (Includes more, and ickier, examples of this phenomenon; you have been warned.)

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More about the transformer owl and why he does it

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Pygmy seahorse, Nudi Retreat, Lembeh Strait, Indonesia
Photo by Steve Childs

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Buff-tip moth
Photo by Sergei Talanov

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A white blood cell chasing down and eating a Staphyloccus aureas bacterium among red blood cells; from a 1950s 16mm movie by David Rogers
Source, with more detailed explanation

11. What happens when you run water through a 24hz sine wave.

Explanation and instructions at the Youtube page (autoplay)

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Angelo & Jennette Volpe Library & Media Center, TTU, Cookeville, TN, room 243
Photo by Chuck Sutherland

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Not mine.
Photo by Paul (palonious at Flickr)
Reddit post which includes further details by Paul (and endless discussion of how it works)
Also relevant: Diving Bell Spider

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Source
T-shirt

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By PepomintNarwhal at redbubble
T-shirts, posters, throw pillows etc.

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Also posted to randompictures, and a selection to splodefromcute

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Green shoes and a green dress, I don't think so, bitch! This isn't St. Patrick's Day.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! (Chicken clones?)

Also, how the hell are you?

I am severely depressed. Writing isn't going well and I'm still stuck in the same rut. So, pretty much the same. At least I did start my exercise regimen again last week. Results already noticeable. It should be when I had put back on 20 pounds. Yeah, I've been really fucking depressed.

How goes it there with you, doll?

I'm so sorry :( Depression is so immobilizing and that makes it worse. I'm really pleased to hear you're getting back on the exercise routine, though, and that you're seeing some results. The exercise itself is bound to help the depression, at least a little. (As you no doubt know.)

And it's a bummer not to be able to write when it's one of the things that makes you feel better.

I'm struggling with depression and anxiety myself (what else is new?), although in my case it's mostly anxiety. And I'm still having trouble getting myself to take the pills at night that make me less anxious about going to sleep, because I'm anxious about going to sleep and don't want to take them. Sheesh.

How are your allergies? Better, I hope.

Do you still have your flock?

And how about another posting war? Whatever might help. Cuteness? Yuckiness? WTFness? Or maybe one of us can feed the other a word or phrase to image-google and post some of what comes up?

My dust allergies are still bad. It doesn't rain much here and in florida, no rain means desert environment. Sahara sandstorm type. The other day, I had to take a benadryl to wake up and feel better, my breathing was so affected. It lasted about 2 hours then I crashed after being awake for 8 hours. Lovely, huh?

I am in the middle of trying to sell off most of the birds I hatched. Everybody and their brother wanted some ducklings after easter weekend. A month later, no one who wanted one showed up at my yard sale. You can't give them away for half the price they're worth. I made a posting on craigslist over a month ago. They were 2 weeks old, I was desperate because they were eating me out of house and home. 4 a piece or 30 for the whole lot of 10. I lose the posting because fucking yahoo deletes things that you don't check to highlight but unfuckinghelpfully highlights for you, and you are still hitting the delete button to remove what you did highlight. You check 4 emails out of 30 and hit delete. Nothing happens for 2 minutes. You click it again, and again, and again. 2 minutes after that, Yahoo says "Oh, you're trying to delete something? Let me delete that for you, then highlight the next email for no fucking reason, because you wanted me to highlight it, right? Also, you hit the delete button more than once, so I'm going to assume you wanted me to delete all those emails I highlighted for you after you deleted those original 4, despite not knowing I was going to highlight them for you. Good luck noticing if you weren't paying attention, because as soon as you leave, now is when I will empty your trash bin, despite letting it build for over a week." 4 weeks later, I post again saying 5 a piece or 40 for the whole lot. A week after that, some asshole says "So, yeah, I'll take the whole lot for 27 and will be there tomorrow." One of my birds got injured, so I told him it wasn't for sale anymore before he mentioned price. This asshole saw I had 2 fucking postings, the only difference aside from price and age listings, was that I didn't use the same pic. They were older, I'm tired of taking pics, so I left it off the new listing. It was the same god damn posting, right down to the opening line 10 ducks for sale. This son of a bitch thought I would take $3 a duck after an additional 4 weeks of growth/feeding/care. They are $5 a duck in the damn store at 1-2 weeks. I stated clearly that they were older and it would be more in the craigslist posting, but he chose to use the old one deliberately. I told him, Sorry, they are older, so the price went up, I lost the old control post and couldn't remove it. He told me Sorry, not interested any more. I almost told him, go suck Mama June's syphillis ridden rotted cunt. That's twice someone tried offering me shit for my birds. The first time, someone wanted them plus my other birds 20 total, for $2 a piece and I was already asking a discounted 60 for the whole lot, down from 80+ if you bought them individually.

The fucking greed of some god damn people. I need that money for fucking feed. Every dime I've made plus more from my mom has gone to them because I can't fucking sell them. These ducks have 2 more weeks to sell, then they are going to be slaughtered. I've sunk 100 fucking dollars into these god damn birds in the past 2 months. I have a food bill of 60 every 2 months my egg money pays for if I don't spend it on shopping because I feel I deserve a chance to go yardsaling every once in a while since I don't get to do anything else.

The birds are producing less, so I had to grow another crop of babies. Last year's lot turned out to be roosters or died. The ones we got from the store or hatched spring of 2014 (feb-march) don't lay very well or are small eggs despite being egg manufacturing breeds. It's just terrible. On top of that, I have 5 broody hens that won't sit on an egg to hatch it. They keep killing the banty eggs I give them, I dunno how, don't care. I'm can't let them sit on eggs, as they block my nesting boxes. I'm just about to slaughter 3 of them because they are shit fucking layers anyways. But, they are separated in my banty pen, right now, so, we'll see.

Now, details on the arm and this anxiety. I know you said it's fear of sleeping and fear of taking your meds, but what exactly scares you, hon?

Damn! Farming must be really frustrating sometimes, what with your success rate and the amount you can sell your product for going up and down so unpredictably. When we still had the farm (in the Oklahoma panhandle, and inherited by B and his brother, so we'd get some income from it every year), we -- and the family actually farming it -- could never be sure what the income would be. (Luckily we weren't significantly dependent on it, but it was nice to get the occasional income.)

Screw Yahoo, and screw the people trying to take advantage of you. Also, screw your fussy hens. (Are you able to at least get some of the eggs away from the hens and incubate them yourself? Or this that something that doesn't work out?)

Also, go suck Mama June's syphillis ridden rotted cunt made me laugh much harder than I should have :D

As far as the arm, not too bad, since I've been doing stuff with it. Often too much, or not carefully enough, so I end up with inflammation and have to rest it, but it does get better again. And at least I know I'm not damaging it again. I do need to get back to physical therapy, which I haven't done since October-ish. Goddamn insurance has given me three different policies, two of which they messed up, and the last of which they canceled for no apparent reason (and then I hadn't been covered since October). We didn't even find that out until B called to find out why they weren't sending me a card. He told them, "you are going to cover my wife retroactively, and get her covered by January (which was a week away). NOW." I don't think I've ever heard him so angry. (It's a cold, simmering anger, with no yelling. Really scary.)

I've got a card now, and I think I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. (After a few pairs.)

Regarding the anxiety, can we talk about that via PM or email? Whichever you choose. I'll be out for most of the day, I think.

<3

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Oh, I had one hen who went broody on me, a good laying hen and a good brooder, I gave 9 eggs. She got off them and the other hens saw her nest and said "HEY! A NEST! LET'S GET CRACKEN ON LAYING MORE! BA-GOK!" I put in caps because those fuckers laid 8 more in 1 hour on that nest alone. She hatched out 10, 7 have made it to 10-11 weeks. I can't remember their hatching date. They are in the main chicken pen (which we expanded to over 2800 square feet) so they are going to survive. My cousin gave me 3 more hens and a rooster. He will replace the rooster we currently have when he's old enough. If there are roosters with the babies I hatched, they won't survive for long. I won't even grow them enough to let people have them. I'm just going to snap their fucking necks and put them under plants. I have had it with roosters. Over 30 in 2 years, probably closer to 40. That's half the birds I've had survive to maturity. Roosters are supposed to be 3/10 in a clutch. Mine have been 3/5 most clutches.

My pekins will meet a similar fate when the drakes show themselves. They are fatted up that I can cook them if I wanted. But, I'm going to discover the males and give them to my cousin as promised. Dad will get at least 1 duck. A hen I think, because the meat will be milder. I want to try duck. You know I can't stand to eat my birds, but I want to try duck I'm so disgusted with them.

Mmm, soup and quackers. Hllllahhhh *Homer mouth drool*

Yay, B! You go, girl! Okay, You go, boy!

Get yo butt to the rehab! Don't wait for the next huarache to drop. You just do it!

Lovely, huh?

Oh, terrific. At least you got some sleep, not that that's much comfort. When I had the Year of Hives (another story in itself), the only thing that helped to any real degree was to take as much benadryl as was safe, which mostly helped because it knocked me out. You can't really live like that, though.

Is it usually humid in your part of Florida? It's been unusually hot and dry even for California this year (even up north, where they generally have enough water), but at least the flora and fauna are adapted to the occasional drought and are able to bounce back when the rain finally comes). I'm sure you've heard a bit about the drought in California. (Maybe we'll all learn to actually conserve this time.)

Year of the hives? Reaction to a med?

It is extremely humid. No rain, but plenty of water. If we had atmospheric condensers, there would be a flood.

Eat the rich, and there'll be plenty of water for everyone.

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