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synanthrope: (noun) (pronounced: si-nan-throp) an organism that has evolved to live near, and benefit from, humans. Mice, for instance, are synanthropic, as well as cats, who like the mice probably more than they like us. Well, except for my cat.
The Almost Daily
It was a tough decision for today, but we decided not to go with National Roast Leg of Lamb Day. Instead, we’re going with World Carnivorous Plant Day.
What do you do if you’re a plant living in a nutrient poor environment? Simple. You eat your neighbors. There are more than 750 species of carnivorous plants worldwide, even in Oregon (the cobra lily, a type of pitcher plant, found near Florence).
Carnivorous plants generally fall into three main categories. There’s the iconic Venus flytrap that waits with its “jaws” open for an unsuspecting insect to come inside. There are butterworts, plants that have sticky leaves that curl around anything unfortunate enough to step on them. And there are pitcher plants, which feature a growth that looks like… well… a pitcher. The critters go in for a dinner of nectar and get stuck inside, where chemicals in the bottom of the pitcher slowly digest their meal. Pitcher plants can be quite large, and they won’t eat just bugs. They’ll eat small birds, bats, lizards, small animals, that guy that used to live next-door… if it crawls inside, it’s lunch. “Feed me, Seymore!”
There’s even an International Carnivorous Plant Society. They have a webpage, they put out a newsletter, they have regular Zoom seminars. They may even have regular potluck dinners. So here’s my question: If vegetarians eat carnivorous plants, are they still vegetarians?
Cartoon of the Week

Another Day, Still No Zombies
Stuff
Playing Hide and Seek with Birds
Hide and Seek is the only game
that birds are willing to play.
Be warned:
They do not play fair.
They hide too well.
And they stay hidden long after it’s obvious
they’re not going to be found.
They don’t even come out for Olly Olly Oxen Free,
or whatever you’re supposed to yell.
Like it matters!
And why do I have to be “It” every time?
That’s not the way to play the game!
Comon!
We’re supposed to take turns!
Don’t they know the whole point of the game
is to be found?
To be found almost immediately
in the same silly place you always hide,
so you can run across the lawn laughing
with absolutely no chance of ever getting back
safely to a base that doesn’t matter?
Two can play at this game!
If they won’t play fair,
then neither will I.
I’m not going to count anymore.
I’m not going to hide my eyes.
And I’m not yelling “Ready or not”
or anything.
Not until the birds take their turns at being “It.”
And then they can come find me.
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