I went to visit my brother and his cat wasn’t the biggest fan of me so I compiled all the videos I have of her and added music for your enjoyment pic.twitter.com/Te1SXg6oGy
This is always a sad sight. I remember when our dog Quincy had to have leg surgery, he had a cone around his head for a week or so. It was quite pathetic.
Buuuuuut, you gotta do what you gotta do so your pooch or kitty cat won’t eat the stitches in their body, and they can recover quickly.
One such unusually colored dolphin, called Pinky, was first noticed about 12 years ago cavorting in Louisiana’s Calcasieu River. Now, there are reports that Pinky has given birth–to a pink calf!
Experts say a rare genetic mutation caused Pinky’s unique rosy hue. Not many dolphins have this mutation. But, now that Pinky’s offspring is obviously pink too, there’s hope for more of these wonderful mutants.
Captain Erik Rue first spotted and photographed Pinky back in 2007, and says she is completely pink, with glossy skin and red eyes.
Another woman, named Bridget Boudreaux, claimed, in 2017, she saw two pink dolphins swimming in the channel. But, unfortunately, she couldn’t get them in photos.
Then, last year, a video was posted to the Pinky The Dolphin Facebook page that clearly showed mother and calf leaping out of the water ahead of a ship.
The sighting of the pink duo is good news for both tourists and locals who love to see Pinky when she decides to make an appearance.
Let’s hope Pinky gets to have more babies–the pinker the better!
Cats are and have been the rulers of the Internet for many moons. They run things, they’re the reason so many of us go searching for posts and tweets and gifs every day…but these dogs, y’all.
They’re giving those cats a real race for the crown.
This is Magnus. He likes to go to the park, have a seat, and point at birds. It makes him happy and he has every right to do it. 13/10 pic.twitter.com/H5fNdam2go
Daisy puts herself to bed like this at least three or four times a day, and I finally caught it good on camera. We never taught her (how could we?) She just does it because she loves being comfy #beagle#beaglespic.twitter.com/CAvL0s1EH3
I’m not sure the Internet would have made it at all if it weren’t for people’s love of cats, and these 15 little guys are carrying on the long and storied tradition of being adorable and funny and giving us all a reason to keep going.
The manchineel tree is one of nature’s mysteries that no one is likely to solve anytime soon – every single part of it is toxic to animals (including humans).
Also known as the beach apple, la manzanilla de la muerte (the little apple of death), or sometimes arbol de la muerte (tree of death), the manchineel lives along the coast in brackish waters, occurring in tropical North, Central and South American settings and living in clusters.
The tree itself looks pleasant enough, even beachy, and its small, greenish-yellow fruits have surely been tempting to more than a few hungry, thirsty, unwitting travelers.
You definitely don’t want to eat the fruit, though. Or touch the trunk. Or a branch. Or stand under the tree when it’s raining or touch your eyes or the leaves or really even breathe in while you’re standing too close to it.
You could ask Juan Ponce de Leon why not, had the tree’s poison not (we believe) spelled his demise.
A brief guide to the tree, written by Michael G. Andreu and Melissa H. Friedman, minces no words.
“Warning: all parts of manchineel are extremely poisonous. The content in this document is strictly informational. Interaction with and ingestion of any part of this tree may be lethal.”
Reports from people who have been unfortunate enough to eat the fruit claim inflammation and blistering around the mouth and severe stomach and intestinal issues – accounts backed up by the unfortunate Nicola Strickland, who wrote about her taste of the fruit for posterity.
I rashly took a bite from this fruit and found it pleasantly sweet. My friend also partook (at my suggestion). Moments later we noticed a strange peppery feeling in our mouths, which gradually progressed to a burning, tearing sensation and tightness of the throat. The symptoms worsened over a couple of hours until we could barely swallow solid food because of the excruciating pain and the feeling of a huge obstructing pharyngeal lump. Sadly, the pain was exacerbated by most alcoholic beverages, although mildly appeased by pina coladas, but more so by milk alone.
Over the next eight hours our oral symptoms slowly began to subside, but our cervical lymph nodes became very tender and easily palpable. Recounting our experience to the locals elicited frank horror and incredulity, such was the fruit’s poisonous reputation.
While the fruit may not always be deadly, the milky white sap certainly is – it causes burn-like blisters, temporary blindness, and, if it finds its way under the skin and into the bloodstream, death.
Native peoples were thought to have used the sap to tip their arrows – arrows that killed Ponce de Leon on his second trip to Florida in 1521.
Natives have also used the manchineel and other trees in the spurge family for medicinal purposes (mostly as a laxative, hence the name).
Though the manchineel is the deadliest tree in the lower 48 (it can be found in Florida), it’s not the deadliest plant – that title belongs to the spotted water hemlock.
“A quarter-inch of the stem is enough to kill a person,” confirms botanist and naturalist Roger Hammer. “It’s probably the most violently poisonous plant on the North American continent.”
The moral of this story seems to be that when traveling to wonderful foreign places (or Florida), take as much care with the flora as the snakes and gators – just because plants don’t have teeth doesn’t mean they aren’t going to murder you before you know what happened.
If you’re a kitty owner, you know that you spend a lot of time cleaning up after them as they shed. You’ll find mounds of fur in the corners, under the beds—basically everywhere and anywhere.
Japanese photographer Ryo Yamazaki and his wife Hiromi have come up with an inventive way to use all that fur shed from their three cats, Nyaa, Mar, and Mugi: they take the fur and make little hats for their kitties to wear around the house.
Samples of the highly contagious (but eradicated) disease smallpox only exist in two laboratories in the world. As a relic of the Cold War, one is in the United States, and the other is in Russia – and the one located in Russia recently weathered an explosion.
The smallpox sample, along with cultures of anthrax and ebola (and other deadly pathogens), is housed at the Virology and Biotechnology Center in Novosibirsk. The lab was once in the service of developing bioweapons during the Cold War, and it still remains tightly secured. The walls around it are reinforced concrete, high-tech fences and motion detectors help with patrolling the perimeter, and even though a scientist died 15 years ago after an accident with Ebola, the facility is generally considered to be safe.
That is, it was before part of the facility exploded during regularly scheduled repair work.
The facility leadership put out a statement (translated from Russian):
“There was an explosion of a gas cylinder with a fire on the 5th floor of a six-story reinforced concrete laboratory building in the sanitary inspection room being repaired. No work with biological material on the body was carried out. One person was injured, building structures were not damaged.”
The employee suffered burns on his legs, and doctors confirm that no biohazards were found outside the facility, and that there is no threat to the general population.
If smallpox were to escape this facility or the one in the United States, containment would be a hard row to hoe.
The disease, caused by the variola virus, was a horrific scourge, killing 300 million people in the 20th century alone. It was declared eradicated in 1979 following a global vaccination program, with the final death coming from a terrible accident in 1978.
It claimed the life of Janet Parker, a medical photographer who came into contact with a sample of the disease in a Birmingham Medical School laboratory.
The head of the lab, one Henry Bedson, committed suicide due to the guilt of releasing the deadly disease.
Once free of the disease, world powers made the decision to destroy all cultures except for those at the two secure laboratories for posterity (or bioweapons…again, Cold War). The last samples of the disease still reside there today.
Except for the live virus scientists fear could emerge from the thawing Siberian permafrost.
The Outer Banks should be on everyone’s bucket list. The chain of barrier islands just off the coast of North Carolina are beautiful, serene, and somewhat otherworldly – and not just because there are herds of wild horses roaming the beaches.
The Colonial Spanish mustangs were left behind by European explorers in the 16th century and have been living alone on the islands for centuries. They’re considered feral, though local environmental groups do care for them in ways that minimally interfere with their lives.
Over time, the horses have learned to weather hurricanes better than most feral animals – and better than many people. Incredibly, they have evolved a system that’s preserved them for hundreds of years, even in the face of the fiercest weather.
The horses sense changes in air pressure ahead of the storm, and, as a pack, march to higher ground. Once there, they crowd together under sturdy oaks, rear ends toward the wind, and brace for the worst.
And, amazingly, it works.
The herd on the Outer Banks (around 100 strong) is managed by the Corolla Wild Horse Fund, and though they take some precautions with the horses ahead of major hurricanes like Dorian – they make sure their troughs contain extra hay and clean water, and that their ID tags are secured – they mostly let the horses be.