Hippopotamuses sweat red sweat.

Spiders can fly for hundreds of km utilising electrostatic repulsion.

If you take a normal styrofoam cup down to 1500’, it becomes the size of a shot glass.

Kind of a vague question.

You seem to want something humorous, so here goes.

I adopted a bird once, it was turned over, at the emergency veterinary hospital, I used to work at.

I had Mr. Loomis, for a few weeks. I got a huge cage, from a friend. It was made for a bigger bird. So. One morning, I found that he must escaped from the cage. Squeezed out somehow. There were some feathers on the floor, and I still had Wanda, my pit. I searched the apartment, and couldn’t find him. I looked at Wanda, and I have to say, she never hurt anything, but I grew suspicious, that she might have eaten him.
I asked her to help me find him. She took me to a big projection TV, I used to have. I found Mr. Loomis, behind it. I called to him, but he didn’t move. I had to move some stuff around, to get to him. He was dead, and clutching the carpet. So. I had to pull him off the carpet.
I felt terrible. I lined a checkbook box, with napkins, and made a sort of coffin, for him. I took his coffin, to a nearby bridge, and let him float away. I cried, as I watched the coffin carried out to sea. I was heart broken.
My best friend called me, and wanted me to come over. I told him what happened, and he said “get your assistance over here, we’ll cheer you up. ”

I begrudgingly accepted. When I arrived, everyone was in the back kitchen, except for my nephew. He was probably 7, at the time, and was playing games on the computer, in the front living room. I sat down on the couch, trying to gather myself. My nephew, was the only person in the room.
He eventually turned around in his chair, and addressed me. It was frankly, like taking to a boss. I was still in tears. He said “So, Uncle Chris, I understand that you lost your bird.”

I gathered myself, and said “yes, I did.”

My nephew said “I have an idea. The next time you have a bird, you should keep a close eye on him, then he won’t die.”.

He said this with a straight face. Then turned back to the computer. Meeting over…

The situation was just hilarious. I started laughing uncontrollably. The brutal honesty, of a child, mixed with the way he handled it, was just crazy. And like I said, it was like a meeting with my boss. That’s how it felt.

When I eventually went into the kitchen, where all of my friends were, I told them about what my nephew said, and how he did it. We all erupted in laughter.
The little guy, made me feel better. I enjoyed the rest of the night, and just couldn’t stop laughing.

It’s ultimately, a sad story. I did the best I could for the bird. But my nephew’s way of dealing with the situation, was comical. I can’t explain why . But, it pulled me from a deep depression, and I don’t think anything else, would have worked.

It’s not knowledge, and if if you ask me for specific knowledge, I can probably give it to you. But . Even though it was a tragedy, it makes me laugh, to this day…

What was the bird’s breed?

It was a small Parrot. It’s original owner poured a chemical on it, when it had a “blood feather.” Exotic animals don’t respond well to stress. She brought it in, but couldn’t afford to pay for it’s treatment, so she signed it over. Typically, when an an animal was signed over, we treated it anyway, and ate the cost. Most techs would adopt the animal, after treatment.
There were rehab organizations, for many animals, but not for this one. There was no such organization for pythons either. So. It was euthanize him, or one of us took them in. That’s how I ended up with Monty. A ball python.

We had rehab places, for racoon, opposums, skunks, otters, deer,foxes and birds of prey. But if they were not in those categories, they would need to be adopted by a tech, or euthanized. I adopted no less than 15 different animals, with a variety of success.

Personally cared for two Brown Pelicans. Jasmine, and Mr. Beasley. Mr. Beasley lost a wing. He was intimidating. He was about 5 feet tall, and wasn’t a friendly fellow. I fed him mullet, from a local seafood store. But nobody would take pelicans. They ate everything. So. I nursed him, and fed him, for about 4 months. He ended up in Charlestown Landing. Kind of like a zoo/history museum. Jasmine had a broken wing, but we were able to get her back to flying, and let her back into the wild. I was the only one who would take care of them. The rest of the staff, was afraid of them. Especially Mr. Beasley. He was huge, but he couldn’t hurt you. His beak was probably 2 ft long. But if you understand tork, you know he had no real power at the tip of his beak. He would clack his beak, and like I said, he was big. But I hand fed him mullets, and even after trying to hurt me, he realized that I was just trying to help him.

Herring, a different story. They would try to peck your eyes out. But because I have long arms, they couldn’t get to my face. So. I took care of them too. Hawks were different. They could really hurt you. But I had these long leather gloves, and the couldn’t hit me, with those. But when you have them on your arms, you can feel the power of their claws. It was like vice grips, on your forearms. And you had to cover their heads, with a thick towel. Vultures, were actually easy to deal with, but they vomit, when scared, so it was messy. Ospreys, were similar to hawks, but not as strong. They seemed to have sharper claws/talons though, so they could penetrate our best gloves.

Deer, were actually the most dangerous. They would seem to be unconscious, then start kicking. We had 3 wolves, and two were docile, but one was a terror. He almost got me a couple of times. They are bigger, in person, than you’d think. They don’t weigh as much as, a Mastiff, but a 150 lb wolf, is BIG.

We had a couple sea turtles too. One took 6 people to carry. But she was very gentle. We carried her, by her shell. The local aquarium was relatively new, and they didn’t have digital radiography, as big as ours. So. When they had something that big, they brought it to us, for imaging. Then took it back to the aquarium.

When a male bee cums his balls explode & he dies.
So when he fucks, he’s fucked!
What a way to go though.

Wow! If it wasn’t great, there’s no do over. Talk about virgin angst!

I guess I need to clarify my question for some.

There are times when someone will state the obvious, and some lippy person says, “Tell me something I DON’T know.”
That sort of rudeness deserves a knowledgeable, but bizarre or useless answer, a single statement of fact which will shut down the other person.

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Copper carbonate can change a ceramic glaze’s color based on the atmosphere in which it’s fired.
Oxidation will give greens and blue while a reduction atmosphere will give reds.
https://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff486/diningroomtable/reduction-recipe.jpg
Throw that info out there at the next dinner party!Lol

@lucillelucillelucille I knew that! Got to come to my dinner parties. :P

@raum OK but this time I am not cooking!

@lucillelucillelucille I am a terrible cook. Let’s order out to be safe.

Maria Aulenbacher is 110 years old & getting around better than both of us.

In space, all astronauts wear diapers.

If you have old Fiesta Ware dishes from the 60’s you need to get rid of them now. They are pretty radioactive.

Did the aliens bring those dishes with them when they picnicked at area 51?

I have told the story before but it’s time I resurrected It.

Spiders make noise! My husband brought me home a tarantula for a pet that he found on the highway in the desert. He put it in an empty coffee cup, and drove the last 50 miles home with his hand clamped to the lid so it couldn’t push its way out.

I rummaged around in the garage and found a kennel of sorts that was cobbled together with thin wooden slats and window screening. It wasn’t well-made and there was no appropriate door, so after a few sessions of disassembling it to put in live crickets it just fell apart. Suddenly I realized I didn’t have and couldn’t afford an appropriate cage for this large spider. I finally settled on a large goldfish bowl until we had a chance to find something else.

When I put it in its new environment we discovered a squeaking sound coming from the goldfish bowl. And within a week or two we also discovered that the spider had stopped eating. It turns out it was scaring it self to death with its amplified squeaks.

@seawulf575 I’ve heard that it’s only the red ones.

@kritiper Nope…all of them. They were made in Mexico and Mexico has a pretty good supply of radioactive materials in their country. When they mined the ores that would eventually become the pigments for the glazing, they didn’t know they were putting radioactive isotopes in with them. When I first started working in civilian nuclear power, they used Fiesta Ware as an example of how we might have radioactivity all around us. They had yellow, blue, and red ones. Every one of them would peg a frisker (instrument used to detect radioactive materials on surfaces).

Someone gave me some. I didn’t understand what they were, and there wasn’t a full set of any item, so I sold them a couple of months later which upset him. I guess I did the right thing. Some woman took most of it for sofa change. Another saw her make off with it and whispered to me why I should have charged more. I retained the rest and those sold too.
The idea of them was cute, but I thought they were ugly.

@seawulf575 -My teacher also mentioned the use of lead in some glazes-definitely don’t want that either.