The Luggage had a cat's tendency to lose interest in things that didn't fight back even after you'd kicked them a few times.
Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent
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Escape was easy; escape after seeming death was more complicated.
"Incarnations of Immortality: For Love of Evil" - Piers Anthony
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Creature Awaits #222
Each week I plan to feature an amazing creature, admiring God's fantastic artistry. Hopefully it’ll brighten someone’s day to see something new and interesting if they haven’t seen it before. : )
(Gorgeous photography taken by the highly-skilled Andrew McKinlay (CC BY-NC 2.0))
The Mourning Cloak Butterfly
A.K.A: The Camberwell Beauty (United Kingdom), Rouwmantel (The Netherlands), Sorgmantel (Sweden), Trauermantel (Germany), Suruvaippa (Finland), Sørgekåpe (Norway)
Scientific Name: Nymphalis antiopa
Region: Throughout the Northern Hemisphere
Size: About a 4" (~10.2cm) wingspan in the Adult phase
Interesting Notes: Despite the bright patterning along its dorsal side, these beautiful butterflies camouflage well when threatened by tightly closing their wings to reveal a tree bark-like patterning and "playing dead" - tucking in their legs and holding completely still until certain the danger has passed.
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Song : I’m Finally A Ghost
Artist : Haepa
Album : Playing Dead
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How often she pretended to be dead when she was still living, as if she were training me for it, as if she wanted it to happen soon.
Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X
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Magic, monsters, and a surly dachshund. DM for details
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Wrote a comment on a video today
about how humans have taken shelter in caves for eons
that hiding away inside isn't so bad.
It was a couple hours
before you told me you needed a little cavern away from the world
in the clearest way you ever have.
You want to know something I learned in those catacombs?
The reel spins
if you rip out your own throat
to paint the walls with the representations of creatures you've known, bright red
then brown,
but it doesn't stop.
There isn't a pause button on this pitching
carousel of evolution.
Forward motion, failed lines
and flourishing designs
We are not intelligently created,
we are exquisitely delineated.
You are the same smoke
I suffocated on six thousand years ago
You are the same star burst to make
my heart feel it should be reimbursed
for the music you won't write down on the walls of this cave for another thousand years.
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