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The Truth About Lemmings

When I was little I used to love watching Marty Stouffer’s Wild America. I mean, dude had a bear friend and traipsed around Alaska creeping on fuzzies. Granted, I always rooted for the snowshoe hare in its dramatically-scored race away from the hungry lynx, but overall, I’d say the show helped solidify my love for animals and desire to work in wildlife research.

After working for the Yellowstone Wolf Project for several years, observing those dynamic social creatures day after day, then watching the National Geographic documentaries about these same individuals, I realized 1) how much nature shows anthropomorphize their wild subjects, and 2) how nearly impossible it is to not project human emotions and relationships onto them. Somewhere there is a balance between making animals out to be humans in furs versus unfeeling, unemotional beasts.

So anyway, plaid-clad, bearded Marty may have helped form the person I am today, but he was also kind of a liar. Okay, maybe not a super liar, but he did stage many of his “wild” scenes. But of course he wasn’t alone. There was a pretty good precedent for scripting nature shows back in the day, ranging from releasing rabbits under the noses of captive coyotes, to umm, throwing kidnapped lemmings off of cliffs to perpetuate slanderous lies about the rotund rodents. I’m talking about Walt Disney’s murderous, dirty lies.

I love my job writing for the SciShow. Especially when it gives me the chance to clear the good lemming name. Check it:


Knocked Up?

No, no, first off, know that is not a declaration or a personal quandary.

But have you heard the phrase “the rabbit died”? Perhaps in an Aerosmith song, or wacky episode of MASH, or, if you’re a baby boomer, that afternoon your mom came back from the doctor’s office? Ever wonder if Glenn Close was actually trying to tell Michael Douglas something in that infamous bunny-killing scene in Fatal Attraction and just couldn’t find the right words?

Yep, Rabbit Died = Knocked Up

Watch my latest SciShow script and find out all about dead bunnies, invasive clawed frogs, piss prophets, and the whole bizarro history of pregnancy tests. And if you’re a lady thinking about procreating, give thanks to the gods of simple Clear Blue Easy.


Badass Ape Ladies

I like the term badass. I use it frequently, but not lightly. There are a lot of good and interesting people in the world, but not everyone can be a true badass. There is some sort of unquantifiable, evolving formula for supreme badassery. It’s something special.

Curious as to how others define the designation, I turned to my much beloved Urban Dictionary. There, I was brutally disappointed, and actually pretty pissed off to tell the truth, in two out of the first three definitions.

Badass: (1) Ultra-cool motherfucker.

Okay, fair enough. I concur.

Badass: (2) The epitome of the American male. He radiates confidence in everything he does, whether it’s ordering a drink, buying a set of wheels, or dealing with women. He’s slow to anger, brutally efficient when fighting back.

Wait, what? Since when is badassery limited to men? Or Americans? Or boozing at a Corvette dealership while hitting on the saleswoman?

Badass: (3) The badass is an uncommon man of supreme style. He does what he wants, where he wants.

Again with the maleness! Was Ellen Ripley not a badass? What about Boudica? Or Marie freakin’ Curie? They sure did what they wanted to, and with style. I’m not going to sit here tallying up badasses of either gender, but I am going to say something about three of my favorites:

Jane Goodall, Dian Fossey, and Birute Galdikas were/are the groundbreaking, ultra-badass, pioneering ladies of primatology. These snugglers of countless chimpanzees, gorillas, and orangutans, these conservationists, these lone-jungle-living, discovery-making, intrepid, stubborn, heroic women didn’t just follow their dreams, they chased them down and tackled the shit out of them, paving the way for so many women in science today. And what, I ask you, is more badass than that? Yeah, nothing.

So grab a cup of coffee or Kombucha and take a break for a minute to watch my latest SciShow script about Leakey’s Angels, and get inspired.


And if you still haven’t gotten enough, order the new graphic novel Primates by Jim Ottaviani, illustrated by Maris Wicks. I can’t wait to get my copy in the mail.

The Most Famous Deer of All

Rudolph, letting you know it is cool to be different

‘Tis the holiday season, and whether or not you celebrate Christmas specifically, no doubt you have been bombarded with Christmas music since Thanksgiving. I dabble in said holiday fare, but don’t indulge so much as to ban any non-seasonal tunes, like some folks I know. And by know I mean am related to. Anyway, I was listening to the radio the other day and of course Rudolph came on, because it had been 45 minutes, and I was struck, once again, by how mean the other reindeer were. Total bitches! Even his own parents try to hide who he really is! And when Rudy finally rises to red-beaked glory and saves the day, there is never really any just recompense from those haters.

Typical. My (indirect) point is, I’ve been thinking about reindeer, and not just the bitchy kind. I figure you good people think about reindeer too, sometimes. But how much do you know about them? In the spirit of giving, I give you . . .

Ten! Facts! About Reindeer!:

1. Semantics
Reindeer = Caribou = Rangifer tarandus

2. Nice Rack

Caribou have the second biggest (but definitely most crazy) antlers of any Cervid, behind the moose. They are the only Cervid species that practices equal growth rights: both males and females grow antlers. Interestingly enough, older males drop their antlers in the early winter, young males lose theirs in early spring, and  females keep theirs until the summer. So all of Santa’s reindeer must be ladies then, no? Not at all surprisingly, their ground up antler powder is a big hit in the aphrodisiac-centered, horned up Asian market.

3. Glow-in-the-Dark Pee?
Okay, not exactly, but it is thought that caribou are the only mammalian species that can see ultraviolet light. This megavision helps the animals to pick out useful things that might otherwise blend in with the monochrome tundra landscape. Things like urine.

4. Big Nose, Fancy Toes
Their huge, smoochable schnozes are equipped with cavernous nostrils that help to warm inhaled air before it enters their lungs. In the winter their normally spongy foot pads harden and shrivel up, exposing the sharp edges of their hooves. This helps with traction on ice, and provides a handy shovel for digging out snow in hopes of grazing. I also tend to shrivel up in the winter, although I have yet to notice a positive correlation on my traction or eating habits.

5. Walkathon
Some North American herds migrate the furthest distances of any terrestrial mammal. They can travel over 3000 miles in a season. Total badasses.


6. Good Eatin’
Reindeer eat a lot of lichen. Reindeer lichen, specifically. They’ll also tear into some mushrooms, and rumor has it, the occasional lemming. But I don’t know about that. Northerly humans love to nom on reindeer, and the animal (both wild and semi-domesticated) has been a seminal human food source for centuries. Most recently in canned meatball form. I am sure Sarah Palin loves them.

7. Where in the World?
Caribou range pretty much all over the Holarctic zone, across tundra and boreal forest habitats. Once abundant, their numbers are in decline due to habitat degradation and the biggest bummer-trump of all, climate change. Read more about hard times in reindeer land in Gretel Erhlich’s fine National Geographic piece on Russia’s reindeer herders.

8. I Vant Your Blood
Apparently colonial Frenchies used to mix the blood of caribou with a little hard booze and drink it down to fight off the cold. And perhaps anemia. The modern incarnation of this Caribooze substitutes red wine for blood and adds a bit of sugar or maple syrup to the existing whiskey. Naturally the Quebecois love this sort of abomination.

9. The Elite Eight
Fact: The names “Donner” and “Blitzen” are derived from Germanic words meaning Thunder and Lightening, which makes a strange kind of sense, but leaves Vixen and Cupid as the most questionably-named dudes on the crew, and possibly in reindeer history.

10. Born Free
There are lots of free-ranging, wild herds of reindeer in the world. So too are there semi-domesticated herds. Arctic and Semi-Arctic peoples have been shuffling these fuzzies around for centuries, using their hides, meat, antlers, and even milk, though such animals weren’t really considered to be domesticated, and they weren’t bred in captivity. Its more like they were partially tamed. Today some nomadic herders track their herds using satellite telemetry. Maybe that is how Santa keeps tabs on his during the off-season…