The top men in the field lent their names to this embarrassment. And today we’ve got yard signs (liberals’ yard signs) proclaiming “Science Is Real!” By which they mean Climbit Change. Uh-huh. Just like Nebraska Man was real. The top experts said so.
These top experts at least didn’t lie and use political chicanery to protect the lie.
Boy, howdy, that last post left a foul taste in my mouth!
Well, here’s a tiny watchman on the wall–a little pika chirping out a warning. These small relatives of rabbits live among the rocky slopes of mountains, and they let each other know when danger’s coming.
How often have God’s watchmen sounded the trumpet from the walls! It would have been good for us to listen.
How does such a slow-moving animal as a chameleon–and believe me, they are really slow!–catch something as fast as a fly? We move much faster than chameleons, and half the time the flies escape the fly-swatter.
The chameleon is designed by God to be a world-class fly and bug catcher–as this pet chameleon demonstrates. As a pet, he’s perfectly content to ride on his owner’s hand and be brought near the flies–but not too near: and he’ll do the rest.
There are times in the summer when I really wish we had a chameleon in the house.
What can you say? Baby birds are cute! I love the way this baby tern waddles excitedly back and forth, eagerly awaiting dinner; and his parents bring him a nice fresh baitfish–a sand eel–and try to teach him how to eat it. Without hands, teeth, knife, or fork. Try it sometime.
Jambo! Mr. Nature here; and today our safari takes us to Alaska… in search of frogs!
What? Frogs in Alaska? Isn’t it too cold for them?
Not for the wood frog, it isn’t. These handsome brown frogs, with their black masks like raccoons, are able to live in these chilly climes because their bodies produce a kind of natural antifreeze. They go into suspended animation and wake up again in the spring.
The calendar tells me spring started yesterday–but who are you going to believe, your calendar or a vast multitude of tiny frogs?
They’re called spring peepers because they come out of hibernation in the spring, head for the nearest water, and strike up the band. Each frog is ridiculously tiny, but also ridiculously loud. When thousands of them get together at a little pond, you’ll know it.
We don’t have spring peepers in my neighborhood, so my editor, Susan, when the peepers get going in her back yard, calls me up so I can listen to them on the phone.
Once they’ve finished their mating season, you probably won’t see or hear them again until next spring. It’s easy to hide when you’re no bigger than a quarter.
I picked this video because I wanted to see what kind of lizards would hatch from these eggs that somebody says he “found” by his home. They appear to be baby geckos of some kind.
Here at Chez Leester, one of my fence lizards once astounded us by laying a whole batch of perfect little eggs. I phoned the reptile house at the Staten Island Zoo to find out how to care for the eggs (put them in sphagnum moss and keep them out of direct sunlight)–and what do you know? Every one of those eggs hatched, and I had a whole terrarium full of tiny little fence swifts.
When lizards hatch, they’re fully equipped to make their way in the world. It’s really something to see!
In real life, the bug in the picture above is very, very small. It’s the house pseudo-scorpion (Chelifer cancroides)–not an insect, but an arachnid–and is highly beneficial to us humans.
Jambo! Mr. Nature here, with a critter that’s mostly too small to be noticed, although it can be found in very many homes. And if you’ve got them in your home, you’ve got a good thing.
Pseudo-scorpions don’t harm us or our stuff, and here’s what they eat: carpet beetle larvae, clothes moth larvae, book lice… and bedbugs! (The USS Connecticut, desperately trying to fight off a bedbug infestation, could use twenty or thirty thousand of these little guys.) There’s a good chance you have them in your home but have never noticed them.
If you think you have a pseudo-scorpion, you probably need to look at it under a magnifying glass to be sure. If you can then see it’s not a pseudo-scorpion, it’s almost certainly something bad that you ought to get rid of. But if it does turn out to be a pseudo-scorpion, release it and let it go about its business.
I wonder how many bedbug or clothes moth infestations never got off the ground because of pseudo-scorpions.
It’s not funny. The sailors aboard the boat insist the bugs are still there, despite various measures taken to get rid of them. Because of the bedbugs, the crew is sleep-deprived. This could lead to a disaster: we don’t want the sub crashing into an underwater mountain because the guys steering her can’t keep awake.
It’s almost funny, though. A nuclear submarine! How much does one of those cost? How much havoc could it wreak with its nuclear arsenal? And a bunch of tiny, nasty, dirty little bugs has it just about pinned to the canvas.
NEXT: Infestation of Democrats grounds Navy’s newest aircraft carrier.
Jambo, everybody! Mr. Nature here; and today our safari takes us to the Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium to visit their singing walrus, “E.T.”
Somehow it has never occurred to me before that walruses might have voices. Now I know better.
I wonder what it would be like, to be aboard a little ship in Arctic waters, late at night, with the whole scene shrouded in fog so you can barely see your hand in front of your face–and then, from out of the foggy darkness, you hear… this.
If you didn’t know it was a walrus, what would you think?