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Absurd Creature of the Week:
World’s Most Badass Ant Skydives, Uses Own Head as a Shield
By Matt Simon
With a range stretching from Argentina all the way up into the southern U.S., this incredible genus of ants has also mastered the art of rainforest skydiving, leaping from the canopy to avoid predators, only to steer themselves mid-flight right back onto the trunk of their home tree. And they do it with remarkable agility.
But first: that strange head. The various species of Cephalotes have a range of head shapes. Some are almost perfectly circular, like a manhole cover. These ants typically establish their colonies in dead branches of living trees, where wood-boring beetles have conveniently left cavities. “The size of the soldier head is perfectly matched to the size of the beetles that came out of the tree,” said tropical ecologist Stephen Yanoviak of the University of Louisville. The Cephalotes move in, and at any given time a soldier’s head serves as a door to keep the ants’ many enemies at bay.
In other species, the soldiers have to team up. Cephalotes atratus, below, occupy the hollow branches of living trees, where a longer slit in the wood acts as an entrance to their colony. “What they’ll do is the soldiers and the workers will line up basically cheek to cheek with that fairly flattened head,” said Yanoviak. “And they can collectively block the entrance that way.”..
(read more and watch em go: Wired Science)
photos: Stephen P. Yanoviak
Reblogged for datadoggieein (although I’m quite fond of ants, too).
18 Awesome Facts About Giant Isopods
The individual isopods they talk about here at at the Aquarium of the Pacific. I tried taking some photos of them a couple of weeks ago.
(Although I think they wanted the word penes; they spelled it how it’s pronounced.)
There’s also a link to an entire album of songs about giant isopods!
Which Citizen Of Night Vale Are You?
Ever wonder with Night Vale resident you share a soul with? And by “share a soul” we mean that your souls are permanently and inseparably linked, and when one of you dies – and one …
I GOT KEVIN!
I got Carlos!
kEVIN IS NOT A RESIDENT OF NIGHT VALE FRIEND (but I approve)
Dude! I’m old woman Josie!
I’m so proud!
I got Cecil!
I’m an Erika! I am equal parts distressed at my own nonexistance and thrilled at my luminescence
So, I thought this was a joke at first, like one of the rick roll type things? Because I got glow cloud, and my friend got glow cloud, and my room-mate got glow cloud.
Apparently there is one glow cloud that gives you all hail the glow cloud regardless of your other answers?
Well, part of that’s right. No, I guess all of it.
(via Aquatic Stacking Cups, Octopus (set of 4) Lulu and Georgia)
Saw on FB and figured they should be here too. It would really nice if FB shared with Tumblr as nicely and politely as Tumblr shares with FB.
(Yeah, I know, sharing with FB is evil; but everyone over there has figured out I’m weird anyway…)
"A Sticky Situation" (1960) by Carl Barks
I like how advertising is literally still exactly as sexist as they’re joking about in this comic from 54 years ago.
Daisy was nobody’s fool.
When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull
When he was 6 years old, he mistakenly drank boric acid.
When he was 9 years old, he fell over a small cliff and broke his leg.
When he was 11 years old, he contracted measles and was in a coma for nine days.
When he was 14 years old, he broke his arm when he caught it in a carriage door.
When he was 19 years old, he was struck on the head by a falling brick.
When he was 23 years old, he almost died from the effects of tainted wine.
When he was 29 years old, Adolph Sax invented the saxophone.
clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented
#incompetent time-travelling saxophone haters
THIS NEEDS TO BE A 300-PAGE SCI-FI NOVEL BECAUSE I WOULD READ THE HELL OUTTA THAT
Glad they failed. I love my sax.
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they look like zombie legs!
Maybe they look different in person, but my thoughts exactly. Maybe if the floral pattern weren’t quite so bruise and wound-toned… Then again, if that’s what you’re cosplaying as…
Potoo and the descent into madness.
You wouldn’t think it to look at them, but they have a sweetly melancholic, bluesy call for attracting a mate that earns them the name Pour-me-one.
I doubt they’d even be allowed in a bar. They’d probably do something crazy like stab people with a bar stool because they remind him of his mother.
Images: Patty McGann/Reinaldo Aguilar/jpeter4100.Rob Jarvis/Yanayacu Biological Station
Um, “potoo” refers to an entire genus of birds (and family, by virtue of being the only ones left, the rest having presumably dropped dead of shame by proxy). While the common potoo’s song (linked in original post) is quite lovely, the great potoo’s can best be described as “WAAAAHHHH. WAAAAHHHH. WAAAAHHHHH.”
Also realmonstrosities are you reading my mind, I was JUST telling my aunt about this bird
Hahahahahaa! OK… so “WAAAAHHHH” sounds a lot more like they look.
And yes, I was just flicking through your mind a little. I’m afraid you left it on the bus.
(“WAAAAH” or as mentioned in a previous reblog,”MOOOOM,” like a spoiled teenager…)
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this guy is systematically undoing the world
The La Brea Tar Pits translates to “The The Tar Tar Pits.” Los Angeles is terrible at naming stuff.
Even more disturbing is that their official name is The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. So they’re the The The Angels Angels of (a city in Orange County where Disneyland is). They’re not even IN Los Angeles or Los Angeles County. So stupid.
(Source: deathchilds, via bandits-at-sea)