Several years ago I volunteered at an aquarium. What most people don’t know is that for most of the rare and unique specimens, the aquarium usually has a second one down in the wet lab, so that the animals can get switched out if they are stressed or sick or just want a break from being on display.
My job was to clean the lobster tanks down in the wet lab.
So I don’t know if you know much about lobsters, but they can be quite aggressive and will kill (and eat) each other. They will, however, don’t mind sharing a large tank if they are separated by dividers, or if their claws are clamped shut with rubber bands.
So all morning I am grabbing lobsters, banding them, putting them in coolers, and scrubbing tanks, and throughout this whole time I am being watched.
In a tank near the entrance way is a massive lobster–we’re talking over four feet longand nearly twenty pounds. It was his turn to get some rest while his “twin” (who is actually a good foot shorter than he is) was on display in the tanks upstairs in the aquarium. This guy is so big he has his own tank, which was actually a modified plastic horse trough with salt water circulation through it. He was happy as a clam (er, lobster) in there and the aquarium has learned over the years that he likes to be the center of attention, so his tank is right by the entrance way so he can keep his eyes on us.
His favorite game is to lunge and snap his claws at anyone who gets close to him. His claws are bigger than oven mitts, and his crusher claw has definitely seen some action because it is dented and pitted like a well-worn suit of armor. Since he’s alone in his tank, there’s no need to band his claws, which he loves to wave and snap in the most ferocious way.
However, as vicious and mean as he is, his claws are too heavy for him to lift above the surface of the water.
Talk about audacity–pitiful audacity! Imagine being glared at by a gigantic lobster, one who would be a king out in the ocean, one who could easily remove your hand from your wrist, one who likes to lunge and snap at anything that gets within three feet of his tank, but the poor thing can’t raise his claws out of the water!
holy shit reblogging for awesome aquarium knowledge
i am SO SICK of unhappy endings. idk about anyone else but the #1 reason i like fiction is because everything can always work out no matter how bad it is. “what if the good guys lost” shut up. you are so fucking boring. give me happy endings or give me nothing
If your apology involves degrading yourself, calling yourself shit or insulting yourself, its not an apology, try again.
Can someone translate this?
Don’t try to guilt people by saying “I’m sorry I fucking suck.” “I’m sorry I’m just the worst and I should die” Because thats not an apology, thats trying to guilt the other person into dropping the subject.
peter and wade are fighting side by side and when peter runs out of web fluid, he grabs a gun off wade’s belt and wade has this transcendent moment of i’m going to watch spiderman shoot my gun at a real live bad guy
but peter just fucking throws it at a bad guy’s face and knocks him out cold
ok so the other day i was at sears. I was in the baby section. Im standing there looking at clothes and a lady who works there comes up and is like “oh are you expecting?” And i was like “uhhhh” and because im a dumbass i was like “no i already delivered.” And she was like “How long ago?” And i was just like “two weeks.” And she said “wow! You look great! When i had my first son, i looked like a mess for six months. Is it a boy or a girl?” And i was just awkwardly like “a girl….” And she asked her name and i said Chernobyl and she was like “oh what a cute name! It sounds really familiar.” And i honestly just stood there going through all that and pretending i had a human baby two weeks ago named Chernobyl because i didnt wanna tell this poor lady i was buying baby clothes for my fucking baby opossum
every time i see this text post i forget the ending and every single time it decimates me