You’d think that the mating call of a phantasmal poison dart frog would be a plaintful, eerie wailing, drifting softly across the swamp, slowly fading into the thin tendrils of fog, trailing into nothingness until they tease nothing but the nascent ears of snakes.
Wonder if they ever get tied to eachother.
This is you get by gluing leftover fish bits from other projects and some of the glue leaks out the bottom.
This crab solved a problem like Maria using series substitution and trigonometric identities, believes the nuns were lazy thinkers.
These jellies were about one centimeter in diameter.
It says a lot about humanity that far more have seen these as dead husks than living creatures.
Next time you’re at the aquarium, take a close look inside the coral. Never know what you might see.
Sometimes I’m not allowed to use flash.
Sometimes that’s okay.
Sometimes, the line between plant and animal is awful thin.