The Easter Bunny delivered us a gift at the lab – on each desk this morning there was a gold chocolate bunny and a fancy company pen. Neat! I like presents. I can’t help but wonder how the bunny delivered them, though – it seems to me that it would be extremely uncomfortable to lay a bunch of pens as you would eggs. That’s how it works, right?
One of Wikipedia’s “Did You Know” articles for the day is on Traumatic Insemination, which includes a section on dolphin gang rape. While I normally embrace all knowledge with open arms, I both did not need to know this OR need the mental images I now have in my head of a roving gang of Flippers surrounding a girl dolphin and cat-calling (dolphin-calling?) her into group sex. Strangely enough, in my head the whole thing goes down much like a scene from West Side Story – dolphins dressed like greasers from the 50’s singing and dancing in the sea-streets as they heckle their poodle- skirted prey to a snappy Bernstein beat.
It’s shaping up to be one of THOSE Thursdays, I think.
It’s also impossible to find an image of a dolphin dressed like a greaser online. In fact, I daresay it’s harder than the hardest image search I’ve ever attempted to do.