People Ask Me Why I Find Myself Hopelessly In Love With Biology And Want To Major In Genetics. Here’s

“Bettas live in puddles…”

“Well actually bettas live in dirty puddles so even though the water in my .25gal (.9L) is brown and smells like its rotting, its tottally okay to keep my betta in there!”

“All that room for one fish? Bettas live in puddles so no I don’t need that big of a tank”

“Bettas live in puddles their whole lives so its okay to permanently house them in the cup they’re sold in”

No. No. No. No. No.

Bettas live in rice paddy’s. Hundreds upon hundreds of acres of three feet deep water surrounded by roots and leaves and plenty of hunting grounds.

Domestic bettas are bred in large glass jars sometimes. It doesn’t mean you can keep them in the glass jar.

Sure, I can fit in the under the stairs closet and live my whole life there. Oh wait. I’d be miserable. I don’t understand people who take an animal who is completely reliant on you as its soul source of living, and just throw them in a cute little wine glass and ask me why tf their betta isn’t eating/swimming/ living, and then tell me I’m wrong when I say they need at least 5 gals and lots of hiding spots because “they live in puddles”

After ten years and probably over a hundred individual skulls, I finally did it. I finally found one.

I found a white-tailed deer with a vestigial canine tooth

The more I work with tarantulas they less I understand the overwhelming fear and hatred most people have towards them (not talking about legitimate, involuntary phobias btw…just to be clear). Tarantulas are such oversensitive, helpless little babies.

Even the defensive species are mostly just cute and hilariously silly in their reactivity. “I’m so offended by the opening of my cage that I will now threat pose so hard that I almost fall over.” Like, we do this every week, little dude. Chill. Stop trying to fight your water dish.

I guess it’s hard to be scared of an animal you’ve seen violently flee from a prey item less than ¼th their size, or stand on tiptoes because they don’t like a new texture, or obsessively and meticulously clean every little spider-paw after a meal because it’s not polite to be dirty.

They’re like grumpy little eight-legged cats and I love them all.

this is a reminder: tell your spiders that they are beautiful today!

Remember: a lot of people tell them they’re ugly and should be killed. All spiders want to do is help us, so sometimes they need a little self-esteem boost!

No one:

Bisexuals:

May I present to you:

Book seller

Crystal seller

He sells flowers

She will sell you a pumpkin this fall

Would you like to purchase.. bean?

They are regulars. They buy mushrooms for soup

She has more options

Don’t be scared, he’s just been doing this for years and is passionate about garlic

Can I interest you in...melon?

Witch’s familiar needs coins to buy ingredients from toad next door

Please trust reliable, small business owners

The last thing the seed sees…

I brought a friend to biology today and like a good student, she began cleaning herself in the middle of lecture

Ripley has figured out how to ask for cheek scritches by holding her foot to her face and making her baby cockatiel begging for food noise