This box turtle is in the “light flyweight” class.
Actually, all box turtles are in the “light flyweight” class.
This aenenome was about the size of a dime*.
* US *or* Canadian. They’re pretty much the same size in both countries**.
** Can you believe that only two countries have a dime coin? Turns out that the first people to suggest a decimal-based were Thomas Jefferson***, Benjamin Franklin, Alexander Hamilton***, and David Rittenhouse in 1783. That’s right, the country that invented decimal money is one of the last in the world to adopt metric measurement.
*** Dude can rap like you wouldn’t believe.
This salamander is wondering why narrators are always talking about how this building or that can “be seen from space”.
“If we can see can see OGLE-2014-BLG-0124Lb, 76,422,100,000,000,000 miles* away, seeing something from orbit is nothing to brag about.
Even factoring in relative sizes, at half the mass of Jupiter, assuming similar density, OGLE-2014-BLG-0124Lb would have a diameter of 68,957.812 miles.
So, from a low earth orbit of 200 miles up, you should be able to see things that are 0.0000000001805 miles wide. That’s 0.00001143 inches … smaller than a human hair.”
Salamanders think they understand satellite imagery, but they really don’t.
* Converted to Western measurement for American readers. Salamanders still work in aṅgulas.
I didn’t realize this until quite recently, but the casques on the head of a hornbill are NOT hollow. I had just assumed they were because everything else about birds is surprisingly hollow and light. The big long toucan bills? Hollow. Those big strong eagle bones? Hollow. Those massive feathers on peacocks? Hollow.
Hornbills? The birds named after animals that have big hollow horns? Solid casques as dense as ivory.
Of course, while the rhinoceros hornbill is doing okay, some hornbills are being slaughtered for their “ivory” casques, which are carved and sold to rich collectors.
One day she’ll go, off into the distance, striding, her long legs carrying her past the valley, past the mountains, past the edge of the known land off into the unexplored territories. She will wander, thirsty, hungry, tired until she finally arrives, covered in dirt and sweat, physically exhausted, in that mystical land, that magical place full of wonders. She will, with luck, finally meet that one special person, the one she’s heard of, the legendary one, the only person left on the entire planet that doesn’t care if she over-uses commas.