Category Archives: Life

buzzed.

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Bees Love Caffeine, Too

Even the busiest bees need a little pick-me-up in the morning. A study by researchers at the University of Sussex finds that bees love a little caffeine, and prefer nectar that gives them a little extra buzz.

The paper, published in the journal Current Biology tested bees’ preferences for caffeinated nectar and an equal-quality but non-caffeinated alternative. As many as 55 percent of plants have low concentrations of caffeine in their nectar, and previous research has found that caffeinated nectar can increase bees’ memory of a flower’s scent.

When presented with a pair of sugary nectars in the lab, one with caffeine and one without, bees foraged for food more when they ate the caffeinated nectar, and directed their fellow bees to that food source more often. They directed other bees to the caffeinated nectar four times more than when they had eaten non-caffeinated nectar, and would return to the source of caffeine even after that feeder had run dry. After eating caffeinated nectar, they were less likely to seek out other sources of food. In short, they got sort of addicted.

Plants “may be tricking the honey bee by securing loyal and faithful foraging and recruitment behaviors, perhaps without providing the best quality forage,” University of Sussex researcher Margaret Couvillon explains. The bees get tricked into thinking the caffeinated nectar is a higher quality food source than it really is, and aren’t too interested in diversifying their nectar sources.

celebrate the bees

today on world bee day

and every day

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“if we die, we’re taking you with us.”

-The Bees

 

credits: mental floss, shaunacy ferro, entomology today

in the midst.

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“peace is not the end of the mundane, troublesome, and painful moments of life.

peace is created in the midst of the mundane, troublesome, and painful moments

as we look for the good in all things,

grasp tiny moments of joy,

glittering in the darkness,

and gather hope into a soft place to rest when life grows hard.”

-l.r. knost

 

 

 

oakland county, michigan, usa – may 2021

 

butterflies are free.

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after one final close look 

at the butterflies we raised

it’s time to release them back into nature

where they quickly find their wings. 

 

“the butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

-rabindranath tagore

growth.

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everything is growing and changing

all in their own time

each in their own way

we watch and care for them

soon they will all be something new.

“and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” 

Anais Nin

 

who we are.

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n.e.r.d.s.

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walked by this hanging on a campus student house and really loved it

“in fact, the world needs more nerds.”

-ben bernanke

identity.

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Mis-baken Identity: Mysterious Beast Reported in Poland Turns Out to Be a Croissant in a Tree

In mid-April, a rogue pastry terrorized citizens of a neighborhood in Kraków, Poland.

The incident started when a menacing, brown object appeared in a tree near the home of an anonymous citizen. It remained for two days. The concerned woman called the Kraków Animal Welfare Society to report the unidentifiable animal on Tuesday, April 13, saying that residents were afraid to open their windows.

The team on the other end of the call struggled to identify the so-called “tree beast.” When they asked if it might have been a sick bird of prey, the woman responded by saying it looked more like an iguana.

This spurred some suspicion. A tropical reptile wouldn’t survive long in Kraków’s chilly spring weather, but they decided to follow up on the call anyway. Domesticated animals sometimes end up on the street after being abandoned by their owners, and the alleged iguana may have been an exotic pet.

When animal welfare officers arrived on the scene, the source of panic became clear. It didn’t take long for them to discover that the invader wasn’t an iguana—or an animal, for that matter.

Locals had confused a croissant stuck in a tree for a mysterious animal on the loose, the BBC reports.

The croissant had been lodged in the branches of the tree, apparently too high for citizens to recognize what it was. The story of how it got there in the first place remains a mystery. The Society’s spokesperson theorizes it was dropped from a window or tossed by someone trying to feed birds. Though this report turned out to be a false alarm, the organization still encourages people to err on the side of caution when they see something unusual.

“i saw a man angrily shouting at a pigeon.

i think there’s a strong chance it was a case of mistaken identity.”

-tumblr.com

 

source credits: Mental Floss, Michelle Debchak, BBC, Nationalpost.com 

flamin’ hot!

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not ‘my’ cheetos truck, but at least you can get a feel for it

driving home from school 

behind a giant truck load o’ cheetos

and i thought ‘oh, man..’

 couldn’t help but daydream

about what would happen 

if the back doors blew open

and my favorite flamin’ hot cheetos

spilled everywhere

and i had to take home a car load of bags

just to help clean up the mess

and it might make me very happy at the same time. 

who wouldn’t consider this, i ask you?

“i was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.”

-steven wright

civilized.

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one of my favorite people with a statement that still applies 60 years later

 · “no moral, no message, no prophetic tract, just a simple statement of fact.

for civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized.”

-rod serling -1961

 

 

photo credit: cbs television , twilight zone

There are some things a poet cannot accept

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An amazing woman and friend from afar – she will be greatly missed by many

jwebster2's avatarTallis Steelyard

There are times when a poet must make a stand and say, “This has happened without my cognisance and I will not accept it!” Today has not been the best of days. Today I got a note from a patron. Common enough, especially from her, as she was always quick to praise, swift to encourage. But today the note had a bitter flavour. She was sitting awaiting death. A week? Longer?

And what can a poet do? A poet can protest, a poet can stand tall and say firmly that this will not do. A poet can bang the table with his wine glass obvious of the fact it has shattered and the pieces lie glistening but incoherent, shards of dreams never now to be dreamt.

Others have known Sue for longer than I, others will doubtless feel the grief more keenly, will mourn longer, but my job as a…

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