Enormous Appetite

I am really into the slow food movement and consider myself an aficionado of fine foods. The salad course I am enjoying now, for instance, has been left in the sun and soil to leisurely brown until its sweet and fruity flavors intensify.

The next course in my haute cuisine will be a decomposing mushroom with a reduced spore sauce. Sure, it will take me 45 minutes of travel time for the entrée, but that’s why it’s a slow food movement.


Via The Telegraph, photo by Arief Perdana/Caters News.

Friday Haiku: Happiness is a Warm Belly

Deep in the jungle

Moment of serenity

Secret paradise


Lounge lizard by Josh220

The Swimshell Edition

Here’s Swedish supermodel Molly Oosk, sensually rinsing off after a slow-motion romp on the beach in this daring one-piece shell by Not-So-Speedo.

I Have Nothing to Wear!

Why, Ms. Axolotl, at least you’re sporting the cutest hat for your CO debut!

Oh, this little thing? It’s for taking out the garbahj. I wouldn’t want to ruin any of my good hats.


Submitted by Fiona V., who wants to raise awareness about Axolotls, only the cutest amphibians ever, which happen to be critically endangered and near extinction in the wild.

Did Anyone Lose an Earring?

It’s so pretty. Wonder where the other is? Well, it couldn’t be too far away.


It would also make a very pretty necklace pendant, Johanna S.

Who’s a Little Crabby?

You are! Yes, you are! Good morning Little Crabby!


Hey you kids! Get offa my beach before I pinch ya!

Krista C, found the little horseshoe crab on Cedar Key, FL, and she says, “Look at his little Telson!” Krista, what’s a Telson?
Tiny crab by Christian B.

Made to Measure

There once was a hero named Pip


Who rode into town on a finger tip.


Listen, all you Ladies and Gents

I’ll rule the world inch by inch

Just as long as I don’t lose my grip!


Carol B. says she released Ms. Teeny McTiniest back into the wild after this photo.

Chapter 23, in Which Our Heroes Find Themselves in Grave Peril

With our compass lost in the blizzard, young Wainwright and I gamely vowed to soldier on as best we could. Shouldering our packs, we inched our way down the treacherous cliffs while I attempted to get our bearings by watching the sun. This, however, proved fruitless, as the sun seemed to dart capriciously across the morning sky. Yet it was not the sun that shifted, but ourselves, and it was then I realized we had become marooned on the dreaded… Index Mountains.


Natalie C. alerted us to this story from Zooborns, about the efforts of Marwell Wildlife Park to prevent the extinction of the tiny Partula snail.

Meanwhile, Back in Wonderland

Whooooo tooka my hookah? Was it YOOOU?


Very curious indeed, Ant and Kat Z. who might like us to think there are some bugs cuter than puppies!

Stay Together, You Kids!

Don’t go crawling off in every direction! Phoebe, don’t lick that, it might be salty! Hannah, stop sliming your sister, I’ve got my eye on you! And I’ve got my other eye on you, Margot — get back up here this instant! (OK, not exactly instant, but soon.)


Karen H. says: “Found these teeny munching ponies in a dalia plant in the garden. Some are so small they are translucent!”

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