After tweaking the genes of some laboratory mice, Swiss scientists have produced female mice that exhibit an unusual sexual behavior. They bite the genitals of their partners. The male mice respond by running away in terror.
This unusual trait is passed through the female line, from mother to daughter. The scientists aren't sure if humans have a similar 'genital-biting' gene, but they're hopeful that "future studies addressing the genetic basis of behavior in humans may be very informative in this respect."
The video is worth watching just to see the female mice going at it.
Weird on so many levels!! At 350 pounds and 25 feet long -- this snake called "Medusa" is on display at "The Edge of Hell", a haunted house in Kansas City. Held in the picture below by what I am hoping is some of the "cast":
which includes juicy details like "Medusa does pretty well on a diet that includes rabbits, hogs and deer, served to her every two weeks."
Her handler Larry Edgar keeps her away from the crowds, reminding us that "she always has the upper hand", and that "people have been cut out of reticulated pythons before." Which of the cast members could be cut out of the python next?
Even before a certain blade-wielding comicbook character pre-empted the name of "Wolverine," could it possibly have been a good idea to name your product after a vicious, pint-sized killer beast?
"Wolverine Soap--it will rip the dirt off your skin, and your skin with it!"
No wonder the pitchman in the ad below is working so hard to find sales reps.
When bears attack, men and women....laugh and play with the bear.
It is Russia after all. I'm just surprised it's not Putin. The guy does get bit on the hand later, but who can be upset? Play with bears -- you will get bitten.
The Marsh Mongoose (Atilax paludinosus), also known as the African Water Mongoose, has an unusual method of catching its favorite food (birds). It makes its butt look like a piece of ripe fruit, which tempts birds over to investigate — and fall right into its trap. Jonathan Kingdon, author of East African Mammals, explains:
The marsh mongoose has been widely credited by local people with employing a very bizarre subterfuge to catch birds. The story would seem quite outlandish were there not corroborative evidence for the behaviour pattern, even if not for its alleged purpose. My captive female occasionally would sun-bathe lying on her back, in which position her pale pink anal area assumed a quite startling prominence against the surrounding fringe of dark fur. This display is claimed to induce birds (including the locals' chickens), to approach and peck at the anus, whereupon the mongoose seizes the bird.
According to Animal Diversity Web, the Marsh Mongoose also has another odd trick:
When approached by a threating presence, the mongoose makes a low growl, which may be reinforced by sudden explosive barking growls in a deeper tone. When the mongoose is cornered or distressed, it ejects jets of foul brown fluid from its anal sacs.
Goes to show that you really can't compete with Nature for weirdness.
It sounds worse when English newspapers report it. The bonnet isn't a hat -- it's the hood of your car. Finding a 16 foot rock python under the hood of your car is bad, especially when you have just watched it slither under your car. When it doesn't come out, do you have the guts to open the hood?
Even more surprising, since there was no one around to help, they drove -- WITH THE SNAKE IN THE CAR -- three miles to a lookout station to coax out the snake. Here's the link to the bonnet story.
Newspapers are reporting that a woman in Thailand committed suicide by jumping into the crocodile pit at the Samut Prakarn crocodile farm outside Bangkok. [Daily Mail, ibtimes] This form of death, horrifying as it might be, is one of those things that Chuck would classify as 'no longer weird' because a quick search reveals that people feed themselves to crocodiles on a pretty regular basis:
1990: A woman climbed the fence at the same crocodile farm, Samut Prakarn, and was swarmed by crocs as hundreds of tourists watched in horror. [LA Times]
1994: Following the death of President Felix Houphouet-Boigny of the Ivory Coast, a man declared that without the president life wasn't worth living and jumped into the crocodile-infested moat outside the presidential palace in Yamoussoukro. Crowds watched for two days as the crocs chewed on his body. [Glasgow Herald]
2002: Again at Thailand's Samut Prakarn croc farm, a depressed woman waded into the crocodile pit. A spectator later said, "The moment the crocodile grabbed her body, she even hugged onto him. It was horrifying." [The Nation]
2011: A South-African farm worker, depressed after a fight with his lover, waded into the crocodile-infested Lepelle river. No one saw him actually being eaten, but someone later reported seeing a human leg dangling out of a crocodile's mouth. [Daily Mail]
Based on these reports, it sounds like it can take up to 20 or 30 minutes before the crocodiles actually kill you. So it's not a particularly quick form of suicide. Also, I'm not sure if it would be blood loss or drowning that would finally kill you -- or perhaps a combination of both!
Judi Collora, owner of Mrs. Doe Pee's Buck Lures, makes her living selling deer urine. She sells it to hunters who use it to lure deers. Apparently it's a pretty good living. Businessweek.com figures she's a multimillionaire.
Some factoids about the deer urine business: 1) it's seasonal, because deers pee more in the summer than they do in winter. 2) the urine is collected by means of a two-story barn. The deer are on the top floor, and their urine drips through grates into vats on the first floor.
Despite her success, Collora is worried about the future. She fears that an Obama victory in November will cause the collapse of the deer-urine industry. So it sounds like Romney has the deer-urine vote in the bag.
Paul Di Filippo
Paul has been paid to put weird ideas into fictional form for over thirty years, in his career as a noted science fiction writer. He has recently begun blogging on many curious topics with three fellow writers at The Inferior 4+1.