Despite what my previous posts may have led you to believe, bugs and the like don't bother me. I even find them fascinating, beautiful even - just not ON me or NEAR me. But, I got a lot of comments about my bug squeamishness - mostly from my family. You see, I come from a family of non-squeamish folks. Well, on my mothers side. My father's side is a whole other therapy session/blog post - or more.
My mother's brother, My Uncle, is a pretty neat guy. He’s a Professor of Biology at a big university and he also happens to be the world’s foremost authority on the aerobic capacity of small mammals. The world’s foremost authority! That’s a pretty big place for folks to consider you number one in something. And this isn’t like the Oscars or the Emmy’s where voting for your favorite comes into play. The aerobic capacity is all about facts. I’m the foremost authority on nothing. Not even myself. I can claim not one thing that I am an absolute expert in.
My Aunt is pretty neat too. She travels along with my Uncle and manages to make whatever hut they end up in a home while still doing her writing. She’ll bring her coffee maker and enough fruits and veggies for the stay, make sure he’s got on warm socks and, and this might be the most important part, keep the family up to date on all that’s going on in their lives. He’s the world’s foremost authority on small mammals and she handles the big ones. (wink, wink) I am kidding. He’s good with big mammals too. He just prefers to communicate by sending the most magnificent photos of everything they see – well, mostly of birds and bugs and beasts and skies - everything but people. People aren’t as pretty of his photos of the bugs and birds and beasts and skies. His photos are awesome - it’s as if you’re eyeball to bug!
My Uncle and Aunt trot all over the world to study things like little brown birds and elusive chicken's that folks only see once a year. Sometime we get to go visit - Australia was really cool. But some places, I have no interest in ever visiting. I am a fan of my Uncle and my Aunt but I am a bigger fan of in door plumbing with flushing toilets and a reliable transportation system to get out of where ever we are. Like read the transportation to get in/out of this place: http://cochacashu.sandiegozooglobal.org/transport-transporte/ Not. For. Me.
I don’t love anyone or anything that much. Hence me not being a world’s foremost authority on anything.
But my Uncle is. Which is awesome when I see a bug or a bird and I don’t know what it is, I can take a picture and send it to him. Not only will he tell me what it is, but he’ll also fill me up with amazing factoids about said animal.
Like the time I sent him an email that I’d just seen the Bard owls in our yard ‘do it’! I was pretty excited. I also wanted confirmation that it was them 'doing it' and not fighting in mid air.
His response: Nice, if voyeuristic. A possible item of conversation at parties: most birds do not have what we coyly call 'intermittent organs' -- they just press cloacal openings together and hope for the best. But male ducks have quite impressive ones. In fact, the longest penis of any vertebrate (as a fraction of body length) is owned by the male Argentine lake duck:
WITH THIS PICTURE ATTACHED:
I LOVE MY FAMILY!
Wanna see more, check out the blog to see other weird animal parts. Seriously, go look! The Argonaut's penis detaches and goes looking for lady parts!!! http://blog.chinadaily.com.cn/thread-851118-1-1.html
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