Anisomorpha - Wiems

the start of a comic i was making in 2023 about a mosquitos point of view

Large Frogmouth (Batrachostomus auritus), parent with chick, family Podargidae, order Podargiformes, Malaysia

photograph by Yfang Lim

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Poison control is also important for getting treatment for a venomous snake bite! Because they're so uncommon in the US, many doctors are not comfortable using antivenins or will attempt to treat bites with outdated, unsafe techniques. So, if you get bit by something venomous, the best thing to do is call poison control while you are en route to the hospital, and they can actually contact the ER doctor and give guidance on the appropriate treatments, dosage of antivenin, etc AND let you know where the nearest hospital or zoo that has a stock of the correct antivenin is.

Life-changing OCD hack is learning that you can literally call poison control to check if you fucked up and took medications wrong in a way that could kill you instead of having a panic attack while reading reddit and quora threads for an hour. They won't even be mad at you. Like obviously don't do it every day or something but genuinely you can do this if you need to

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it’s red :)

I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???

This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.

They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.

I’m learning about worms.