When tiny spiders come down with a case of wanderlust, they throw out fine lines of silk and go wherever the wind takes them. If they're lucky to catch the right jet stream, they can cross vast oceans this way. Eight-legged balloonists have even been found high up in atmospheric weather balloons, though they were probably dissatisfied with their final destination. Happily, our little guy here and his traveling companion are having better luck on their aerial adventure.
Pictures of goats climbing trees are quite comical. Who knew! But sheep are easier more fun to draw. I'm not sure what's going on here. The kid is dressed as a sheepdog, the wolf is dressed as a girl, and the sheep think they're leaves. It's all lies. Lies, I tell you.
So a lone daffodil popped up in front of my house a few weeks ago. I know not where it came from. It's a little known secret that all daffodils are connected, and you can use them to talk to fellow daffodil-ogglers around the world. I tried shouting into mine, but there was no answer. Perhaps it was the floral equivalent of a butt dial?
For a good many years, I lived in the suburbs of New York City. In the late winters, while driving along the roads, I'd keep my eyes eagerly peeled for forsythia bushes. And when I spotted these bright yellow blossoms, I'd know spring was coming very soon. It didn't matter if the gray gloomy skies and frosty air said otherwise. Seeing these flowers made me so happy that I planted several bushes in my garden, a decision I later came to regret, because they are such overly enthusiastic growers. Still, I have a fondness for forsythia and miss looking for them.
A paper tiger is someone who at first glance seems to be in charge but who, on closer examination, is completely powerless.
This phrase comes from an old Chinese idiom, which describes a paper tiger as a "blustering, harmless fellow," and which was popularized when Mao Zedong was quoted in 1956 calling the United States a paper tiger.
I read a story recently about an underwater mailbox off the coast of Sasumi, Japan, the only one in the world. That's pretty cool and something I'd like to see one day if I weren't such a poor swimmer.
If you ever go to Disneyland, you can see Monstro, the giant whale from Pinocchio. When I was little, Monstro terrified me. His eye! His eye MOVED! I swore he was alive, and I'd be in tears as my dad carried me closer to him. I probably tried to claw my way out of his arms like a cat being dragged to a bath. There's a little boat that you can ride that takes you through Monstro's gaping maw to Storybook Land, which to this day I have never done.