Life, Death, and Taxonomy
“…and today we’re talking about danger from above. But more on that later.”
In the African rainforest lives the King of Trees, gliding along the canopy, seeking prey in his sky domain. His crown is slight, but not his bite. One peck sends his subjects into an eternal slumber. Leave the ground to his cobra kin… Where the competition is fierce and enemies abound. But up here in the tree tops is the perfect place for Goldie’s Tree Cobra to make a Life Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about an insect that doesn’t stay in its lane. But more on that later.”
Squirming the soil of a windswept island, lurks a many-legged menace with a taste that…raises eyebrows. It’s a wriggling, writhing ribbon of ruthless efficiency, equal parts nightmare noodle and avian scourge. While most creepy crawlies shy away from winged terrors, the Phillip Island Centipede turns the tables on them. But sometimes, the hunter must become the hunted here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a bug that is a real jokester. But more on that now.”
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The harlequin cockroach is a little like the bus boy at an underground speakeasy. It clears a low bar. This brilliant bug is striking for its mottled pattern and interesting hues… for a creature in class that inspires revulsion in the humans that behold them. But just because your kin are drab dressers, doesn’t mean you can’t be the prettiest roach in Life Death and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a friendly sky rat. But more on that later.”
Picture a dusk-drenched desert sky where the horizon starts to move. A clear evening gives way to a tornado. But it’s not the weather, it’s a living, breathing, leathery blizzard pouring out of caverns deep within the rocky substrate. That’s right, it’s bats. Specifically, the Brazilian Free-Tailed Bats living in Southern Texas. When they get together, they really get together. It’s an airborne synchronized performance with innumerable dancers. But sticking together is one of the best ways to survive here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a cool Canadian cat. But more on that later.”
As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another. A friend can show you the way to a better you… but sometimes… so can a rival. The Canadian wilderness is the field for an eternal game of cat and hare… and arms race of snowmanship and speed on unsteady ground. The Lynx and the hare are locked in a chase that has molded both of their bodies into machines built for a frigid Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a fish that would shoot a guy in the back. But more on that later.”
Lurking in the low-lit lounge of the Pacific lies the spotted ratfish, this silvery weirdo skims the ocean floor, callously crunching crustacean carapaces. Part shark, part rabbit, part catfish thing, it glides around with the confidence of something that knows it’s packing a deeply unsettling surprise up top. A creature that proves the ocean’s design committee has a motto of “no bad ideas”, it pays to be weird in the water like the Spotted Ratfish here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about insistent incisors. But more on that later.”
A black rat finds a brick stack that blocks his way back to a food sack that helps his rat pack get a good snack.
There’s no flaw in a steady gnaw in the brick’s flaw with a rat jaw and a sharp claw.
To the rat’s glee, he is set free through a hole he made as a devotee to a chewy Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about the worst thing about wasp prison. But more on that later.”
Slender, shiny, and carrying the emotional energy of a horror movie villain, the Dementor Wasp floats through the insect world like a tiny eight-legged HR nightmare. This is not a creature that rushes, panics, or gets its hands dirty—this is a creature that plans. With surgical precision and the patience of a chess grandmaster, it turns chaos into compliance and free will into a suggestion, like the Dementor Wasp here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about an animal so cool, they named an X-man after it.”
It takes a tenacious heart to survive in the Yukon and other high latitude places. Food is a reward for the brave and the bold when temperatures drop below zero. The wolverine is a small creature with a big appetite and an even bigger attitude. But it’s not the size of the wolverine in the fight but the size of the fight in the wolverine that matters in Life Death and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a screaming sensation. But more on that later.”
In the open meadows, the humble goat grazes and stares into the middle distance, contemplating its place in the universe and the meaning of life. Its calls shift subtly, shaped by its social circle, adapting as needed to fit in or stand apart. It’s vacant expression and square pupils belie a hidden linguist But sometimes you have to talk the lingo to blend in like the goat here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.