My name is Claire, I live in Australia, I love giraffes , Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, Merlin, photography, drawing and music. If you ever need to talk about anything, my ask is open
‘Krakatoa, a 75-pound, 7.5-foot long Komodo Dragon, celebrates his eighth birthday with fellow eight-year-olds from R.B. Hunt Elementary School at his enclosure at the St. Augustine Alligator Farm and Zoological Park in St. Augustine, Fla. The children sang Happy Birthday to the large lizard as he was presented with a meat cake topped with mice.’
with other eight year olds
I’ve reblogged this picture before, and it never hit me up until this…
But someone walked into work that morning, clocked in, and was told it was their job to go put the birthday hat on the Komodo Dragon.
dude i bet they fucken FOUGHT for the privilege of putting that hat on that dragon
Katara: Ok, alright, we wanna hear everything. Aang, get the teapot and shut Momo up. Sokka, does this end well or do we need tissues?
Sokka: Oh, it ended very well ;)
Aang, running back with the tea: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!
Katara, after Aang has settled down: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like, a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, y'know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?
Sokka: Well, at first it was really intense, y'know, and then…oh spirits, and then we just sorta sunk into it…
Katara: Ohhhh, so, ok, was he like holding you or were his hands like, on your back?
Sokka: Nah, actually first they started out on my waist… and then they slid up, and then they were in my hair…
today Meatball abruptly realized that there are refugee office plants in the kitchen (they have been there for weeks) and has decided his singular purpose in life is to eat them
we put up a 4 foot tall step-through baby gate when we brought the plants home, but it turns out he can actually squeeze his body through the bars. not in a dignified way, mind you. but he can
we have foiled him with a two-gate system: a short one with small openings that he can’t squeeze through, and the tall one that he can’t jump over. he is now sitting outside our kitchen door rattling the gates with his stupid little mitten hands like an animated ghost prisoner in a Spirit Halloween decoration
update: we underestimated him
why are your doors closed to the public
is this the same Meatball with the Hanukkah sweater????
it sure is
you may also know him as the Meatball who tried to jump into my toilet and the violent sweatervest-wearing accountant cat
tiny accountant harasses human, eats plants
i mean he has to find some way to unwind from his high-pressure job
update:
So how do you guys… get in there anymore?
well my original game plan was opening the white gate and kind of shoving my body through the gap between the wood gate and the grey gate and i am excited to announce that this was not a good idea at all
update: was woken up at 7 AM this morning by Meatball repeatedly taking a running leap at the gates, bouncing off the top one, and then sitting on the floor outside the kitchen beeping confusedly
Honestly the biggest disappointment I had researching ABC was that medieval authors did not, in fact, see the creatures they were describing and were trying their best to describe them with their limited knowledge while going “what the fuck… what the fuck…”
Instead all those creatures you know came about from transcription and translation errors from copying Greco-Roman sources (who themselves got them from travelers’ tales from Persia and India - rhino -> unicorn, tiger -> manticore, python -> dragon, and so on).
So unicorns are real
behold… a unicorn
I always thought animals in medieval manuscripts looked like the result of having to draw say. A Tree Kangaroo, but your only source for what it looked like was your friend who heard it from a fellow who knows a man who swears he saw one once, whilst very drunk and lost, and I am SO PLEASED to find out this is, in fact, the case.
Questing Beast
- Neck of a snake
- body of a leopard
- haunches of a lion
- feet off a hart (deer)
So is it
Or….
Every time this post crosses my dash I just think how sweet and pettable the Questing Beast looks, then I scroll down and am confronted with the baleful eye of a giraffe.
