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The whale’s fate remains uncertain, but both Blake and Ellis believe it will not be killed, due to public outcry. They additionally think such whales will become more popular attractions because of the incident and the perceived danger aspect.

Let the Wild Things be wild.
Captivity….Exhibition……it’s all miserable.

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Doctors say because he cannot sweat or lose heat through his skin, it peels away in fish-like scales, Hi Fishboy.

Little wonder, then, that the skull of Stortebeker has fascinated Germans for so long — and that its theft from a Hamburg museum last month has kept police busy. They interrogated members of the often reckless FC St Pauli fan club and dug deep into the city’s Goth scene, before concentrating on a new possibility: that the pirate’s skull has become a trophy in the turf wars between rival biker gangs.
Pirates’ severed head lives on in infamy, thousands of years later. .

Another ‘sea creature’: Mysterious headless marine animal washes ashore:
Arse Eel washes ashore Canada, and the comment thread PROVES IT AS USUAL!
Ruling out Hairy Squids right away…

Not surprised one bit: Singing rewires the damaged brain.
“Music engages huge swathes of the brain – it’s not just lighting up a spot in the auditory cortex.”

I need to build a new website/bloggo for this dont I….
I want this project pretty bad..

The results showed that bees clearly prefer nectar containing nicotine and caffeine over the “clean” nectar. The preferred nicotine concentration was 1 milligram per liter, similar to that found in nature. Given a choice of higher levels of nicotine versus “clean” nectar, the bees preferred the latter.

Smoke ‘em if you got em.

A group of bees were shown pictures of human faces and pictures of random geometric designs, and rewarded with sugar when they visited the pictures of faces. After doing this for a while, the bees were shown a different set of images that resembled faces; they flew toward these face-like pictures though they’d never seen them before.

Bee memory.

Hippos as logs

fuck you Hippo

The beady eyes, the pig-like grunts as the bulls’ position themselves to dominate each other via gay-rape, the way they waddle across fields of clover in Saharan oasis’, howling viscerally into the African night; I hate Hippos and always have. You go to hell Hippo, go to hell with your twitchy fat little ears, your evil eyes full of malcontent and bloodlust. Take your filthy toothy yawns and disappear into the inky depths forever. Nobody likes you.
NOBODY.

Oops, they weren’t logs after all: The moment a crocodile was killed after taking a foolish shortcut across a herd of hippos

DOOM!

By Simon Dominic…