Meet Miss Morgan.

urbanmongoose:

Thylacine specimen from the Swedish Museum of Natural History.

Photo: © Staffan Waerndt.

monosexuals:

What he says: how do u know when lesbian sex is over???

What he means: I’ve never given a woman an orgasm ever in my life

thebrainscoop:

On Adventurers

Most of us aren’t adventurers. It was never an option for us outside of penciling it into our lists of Things We Want To Be When We Grow Up. Situations in which you are enduring sustained periods with your life largely in the hands of surrounding environmental elements has become nearly impossible in the last 30 years: often times we can’t escape technology and modern convenience despite how hard we try, married to the blinking lighted signs of our time, and our individual abilities to find any areas of untouched or even infrequently inhabited areas is increasingly difficult if not downright impossible. The typical citizen of earth does not typically get the chance to seek and find solitude in the style of Thoreau on Walden Pond. And it’s not because that is no longer the world we live in: these pockets of discovery still exist in a very large way, but not in close proximity of city limits or within the grasp of personal conception. We now have to actively seek out and pursue places where we can see the wide-open night sky unobstructed from the orange glow of light pollution.  

The world has failed the would-be, aspiring adventurers. Not only have we put up barriers in the forms of roads and physical obstructions in reaching our surrounding natural world, but we’ve deprived the last few generations of a feeling of empowerment and ownership of our planet. We’ve shoveled the ownness onto the ambiguous Someone Else: Someone who is closer in proximity to more trees and wide open spaces, Someone who is descended from a line of great biologists, researchers, world-travelers or landowners with vast expanses in their backyards, Someone who is Into That Kind Of Thing. We’ve failed to bring the natural world into the lives of so many to the point where we no longer consider how the water pouring out of our faucets came from the clouds above us, filtered through the lungs of fishes in our lakes and streams. 

We’ve been raised on a fear of the unknown and under the comfort of familiarity, influenced more strongly by our diets of readily-accessible information rather than driven by inherently adventuresome spirits. Made to feel as though Adventurers were a thing of the past or belonging characters of fiction; heroes like Indiana Jones racing cavalierly through life, bounding from one unlikely situation to the next without ever allowing us to stop and ponder if he ever questioned what he wanted to study as an undergraduate. Part of what perpetuates this disassociation of self contextualized within the world is the lack of emphasis placed on the importance of knowing what is outside our front doors. What is the name of the tree growing on your city block? What is the species of squirrel getting into your parent’s bird feeder? What’s your state fish, fossil, flower? Given a poll of my generation I wouldn’t be surprised if more people could name all of the members of the Kardashian family before they could list native species of flowering plants in their local county.

The downside of not adamantly insisting or even encouraging hands-on exploration of the unknown results in those would-be adventurers brought up being deprived of realizing their deepest aspirations. Maybe I just need to tell you that your deep-seeded dreams of discovery, your desire for the pursuit of knowledge and adventure and your insatiable urge to explore this planet are all real, valid, and possible feelings. I’ll tell you with great certainty that the Indiana Jones movie- and storybook heroes can’t be further removed from reality but our true heroes are those impassioned researchers and scientists going about their work without the pomp and circumstance of theme soundtracks and romantic notions of accolades and glory.

If I could improve anything about this world it would be to help others feel personal agency for change in order to perpetuate and foster passion and ownership of our collective planet on an individual level. Most of us aren’t adventurers now, but that doesn’t mean adventure isn’t out there for the taking; our world and its context within the universe remains unknown, unexplored, with questions that deserve answers, solutions to problems we haven’t yet anticipated. We need a stronger celebration of those heroes championing the pursuit of knowledge to cultivate that sense of duty within ourselves. The point of all of this is to say adventurers aren’t born, they’re created from a sense of duty, which is absolutely within anyone’s grasp.

Photo by Alvaro del Campo [x]

markscherz:

Uroplatus fimbriatus

Photo by RichardJames1990.

tamorapierce:

bec-centigrade:

writergrrrl:

pervocracy:

postwhitesociety:

hm

I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:

1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”

2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”

3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”

4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

5) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because society has taught us that certain emotions and reactions are unacceptable (i.e. you must be nice to men even when they’re creeps because man feelings are delicate and must be protected at all costs).

6) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because we’re used to our thoughts and emotions being invalidated and can learn to invalidate them ourselves.

7) You didn’t even fucking ask. 

8) You see women as NPCs instead of people, so when they act like people you’re surprised and wonder how such a sophisticated NPC can exist and what algorithms drive it, instead of interacting with her as a human being.

women are mysterious?  Bullshit.  Treat us like people.  Think of us like people.  And remember that we’ve been treated like dirt for millennia, so we don’t always translate in case you take us home after the wedding and kill us.  We’re funny that way.  And we just got another lesson in that this morning.  Every day there’s another lesson in the media.

(Source: ethiopienne)

libutron:

Bleeding Mycena - Mycena haematopus

Mycena haematopus (Mycenaceae) is one of the few Mycena species that is easily recognized. One of the features that defines this little mushroom is that it exudes a purplish juice that stains your fingers, hence its common name. The purple juice comes out readily when the mushroom’s flesh is squeezed, especially in the base of the stem, although the spore print of these mushrooms is white.

Another common name used is Blood-foot Mushroom, and in fact the species name, haematopus, means “blood-foot” in Greek. Because of its pinkish caps, this species is also referred to as Burgundydrop Bonet. 

Mycena haematopus grows in clusters on the deadwood of hardwoods, and can be found in Europe and also in North America.

The edibility of this mushroom is uncertain, some authors say it is edible, but others consider it inedible. However, as is always pointed out, it is not recommended to eat any mushroom without knowledge about their potential toxicity.

References: [1] - [2] - [3]

Photo credit: ©Jun Kobayashi | Locality: not indicated (2014)

What would you even do in a biology lab?
—I should publish a book of college freshmen quotes.

libutron:

Tiger beetle - Gymnetis cf. fulgurata

Sometimes considered as subspecies of Gymnetis strigosa, G. fulgurata (Coleoptera - Scarabaeidae - Cetoniinae) is a beautiful patterned beetle, native to the neotropical region (Mexico, Central and South America).

Despite its beauty, both larvae and adults of these beetles may cause undesirable damage to agricultural crops, but are also efficient decomposers of organic matter of the forest, no specific pollinators and good ecological and zoogeographical indicators.

References: [1] - [2]

Photo credit: ©Juan Carlos Gutiérrez Mejía | Locality: not reported (2008)

helicopter-seeds:

missatralissa:

lookatthisbabybird:

therapsid:

Once we found a baby dove outside. It could barely fly, and it was getting dark, so we were worried that our neighbor’s cat would get it. So we took it inside, put it in a shoebox with some rags and water in it, and let it stay the night. The very next morning when we released it, its mother flew down instantly. The baby started chirping and ran over to her, then jumped all over her as if it was trying to hug her or something. (I think it might’ve been really hungry.)

Anyway, yeah—the baby had been in our house for hours, and the mother still didn’t reject it even though the baby was covered in our scent. 

im pretty sure i made a post about this before but this is important information

remember guys if you find a bby bird try to get it back to its nest or if its a fledgling close enough for its parents to reach it!!

Always reblog.

but aren’t u supposed to leave fledglings alone for the fact that they’re likely out of the nest cus’ they’re learning to fly, so the parents are likely nearby anyways? approaching the baby might just (temporarily) spook off the parents. in the case of fledglings, it’d prolly be safer to watch the baby from a distance for a while to see if the parents come back for them (and to protect them from predators, like cats), THEN if the parents aren’t coming, try and find the nest?

Fledglings are a different story. In terms of dealing with the general public, who often can’t tell the difference, the safest option is to contact a wildlife rehabilitation center - even if its a greater-than-reasonable distance - for advice, as they’ll be able to assess individual situations on a case by case basis much better than a generalized infographic. So yes, fledglings are generally best left alone unless in obvious distress or danger (however, putting them back really won’t do much. They’ll just leave again.)