wild child

peak creature design

— Steve Maraboli

-Makenzie Hipple

-Pastel

There are so many good elephants stories. They will even help zookeepers wash other elephants– literally, a zookeeper can be like “[Name 1], please wash [Name 2]” and he will go wash that elephant correctly. Listen guys. Not only are elephants people, but they’re largely better people than us. I’m 10000% serious.

“Thanks, Janet, it’s been one hell of a week, you know?”

“no more after me”, a mini comic about the now-extinct golden toad. featuring lyrics from deuteronomy 2:10 by the mountain goats

The golden toad was declared extinct in the early 2000s. The story of the lone male toad helped usher in the species as a hallmark of modern conservation. It is gone, but not forgotten. May we do better with those that are left.

- An Introverted Ravenclaw after not having their monthly social outing

Dormant Predators

This is why I have this. Even if they can get the lock opened they can’t push the door open. Got it at Lowes for $20.

That’s why I have these on my doors. They get drilled into the side and once its flipped over the door nothing is getting it open. Not the door being unlocked nothing, I’ve unlocked the door and pulled and pushed as hard as I could and it didn’t budge. When I go on a trip this is what I use and when I’m home I leave it on too. No one is getting in here.

“I wanted to fly planes on an aircraft carrier, but my father had fought in World War I, and he told me that we’re a family who goes into the army.  So I enlisted in the infantry.  I wasn’t worried about a thing.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was too young and too stupid to be afraid.  The government sent me to Europe on the Queen Mary. I had two sets of dog tags.  One of them designated my religion as ‘Hebrew,’ which I planned on throwing away if I got caught.  I was sent to the Battle of the Bulge.  When I arrived at my post outside of Luxembourg, I learned that all the officers in my company had been killed, except for one.  He assigned me to be an advance scout.  It sounds like a glamorous job, but my orders were to walk in front and draw fire so everyone behind me knew there was danger.  At one point a shell exploded over my head and my ear started bleeding.  When the medics finished bandaging me up, they told me: ‘That will be enough to get you a Purple Heart!’  But I told them to keep it because I knew they’d notify my parents, and I didn’t want them to worry.  After I recovered I was transferred to the Mauthausen concentration camp.  I arrived on my 19th birthday.  My new job was to guard the liberated prisoners so the Nazis didn’t come back and kill them.  These people were so emaciated from being starved to death.  I was helping to bury hundreds of bodies per day.  But I couldn’t cry.  Because I had be strong for the prisoners.  They needed my strength.  I would walk around the courtyard at night, and sing a popular Jewish song called ‘My Yiddishe Momme.’  It’s a whole long story about missing your mother, but the lyrics didn’t matter.  I’d sing it as loud as I could.  Because I wanted everyone to know that a Jewish boy was there to protect them.”   #quarantinestories

“After my father graduated from medical school, he decided to open an office in a small agricultural community called Coalinga.  Both his parents were Mexican immigrants, and he wanted to give back by working in an underserved community.  There’s 16,000 people in that town, these are the people who pick the lettuce, and the cotton, and the fruit.  I used to love visiting him at work when I was a kid.  I can picture him wearing a lab coat, holding a chart, and people thanking him.  They’d bring him bags of almonds and onions.  He’d keep saying: ‘De nada, de nada, de nada.’  Dad always looks at the ground when he’s being thanked. That’s how humble he is.  He went to Stanford, but he doesn’t even hang his graduation certificate in his office.  When he comes home from work, he’ll do the jobs around the house that nobody else wants to do.  He cleans out the garage.  He washes the dishes.  He doesn’t drive an expensive car.  He doesn’t wear fancy clothes.  His favorite things to wear are T-shirts and sweatshirts from our school athletic teams.  Both my sister and I played collegiate sports.  And he was our biggest fan. Every weekend for eight years, he’d drive to Los Angeles to watch us compete.  And my sister was a rower, so those races were only eight minutes long.  Dad would wake up at 3 AM, drive almost five hours, watch an eight minute race, then drive all the way home.  And then wash the dishes.” #quarantinestories

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The higher resolution view of saucer-shaped Pan, Saturn’s moon, glides through the Encke Gap in Saturn’s rings.