Razor

name's Razor #male #wild pounce, pounce i wanna pounce (fan account) best friend: @josetodragon mates: @stitchedpeli and @DanichuThunder

[Give A Shit About Nature @giveashitnature]

That giant "mosquito" buzzing around your porch? Relax, it's probably a crane fly, and it's completely harmless.

Unlike mosquitoes, a crane fly's mouthparts aren't designed for biting. It poses no threat to you, your pets, or your garden.

Most adult crane flies feed very little and live only a few days, spending most of that time finding a mate and reproducing.

Their larvae help recycle nutrients by feeding on decaying organic matter in soil and wetlands. They're also an important food source for birds and other wildlife.

They are prey, they are recyclers, they are harmless and they are vital to a healthy ecosystem. No need to squish them.

[時空間 @GanSigong]

ルカリオ

[Sandman2480 @Sandman2480]

Life is strange, and its sure taken a bad turn for one unlucky raider, a final turn as well no doubt. Less than an hour ago all was quite normal, the whole decently sized gang of raiders was cooking up some lunch, chatting away, checking the water reserves which were starting to dwindle again, performing the tasks necessary to stay alive in the circumstances they found themselves in. Currently a mild dust storm in the middle of the wasteland. Not one of them even had the thought cross their mind that a gigantic maned wolf was to stroll up without a care, just to kill them all for fun, to eat them no less, It wasn't even a possibility any knew was possible. But that didn't stop it from happening. So large was Moro to them that they all realized for the first time exactly what mice always felt like. There really isn't any fighting such an enemy, and no escaping either for that matter even with the few vehicles they had. But that doesn't mean they didn't try, it would have been disappointingly boring if they didn't.

But now the rest of the clan is gone, gone down that small opening that can just barely be seen, probably still alive for now, so far below, in conditions that make the apocalyptic hell hole of a desert they had been living in seem entirely pleasant by comparison. He had eaten the others quite a lot faster, albeit with a terrifying playfulness, a casualness to it once he dropped them into his mouth as if he were doing nothing more important than eating some sushi, without chewing mind you. But nonetheless he reached the end of the camp's occupants quicker than he would have liked, and since it was about to be over, he felt it necessary to drag it out a little longer for the one last trembling raider, holding his prey above his mouth by the leg to see where all their comrades took the slimy final plunge. The reactions were really the most fun part to Moro, really the main reason he found such things to be as fun as he found them. It was certainly quite a view he offered though. His mouth that had claimed probably in the high thousands by that point, and at least a dozen that day, which was the more pressing concern thought of at that moment, everyone the raider knew more or less awaited them. There was nothing to do but try and look around one last time at the world, though even that was spoiled with the stale smell and intense cloying heat of the darkly mottled, canine maw that awaited below. At least resources aren't going to be a problem for the group anymore.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Home.

After years in the land of plenty, I came back.

Where I had lived, the rule was always more. Refill it. Supersize it. Take all you can carry. Abundance was the prize, and the prize was always more.

Then I stepped into a small library, and a stranger taught me what I had forgotten.

An old man came in, unable to hide his delight, half singing to himself, wondering which book he would choose today.

He was allowed ten.

He chose three.

Not because he could carry no more. Because three, chosen with care, were worth more to him than ten taken without thought.

I watched him weigh each one, the way I once weighed a single sword.

Over three small books, his face held more joy than I had seen in years of plenty.

I crossed an ocean chasing more.

He stayed home, chose less, and walked out the richest man in the room.

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

In the early 2000s, a colony of little penguins living on Middle Island near Warrnambool, Australia, was on the verge of disappearing.

Foxes had discovered they could reach the island during low tide, and repeated attacks devastated the population.

What had once been a thriving colony of more than 500 penguins was reduced to fewer than 10 breeding pairs by 2005.

Faced with the possible loss of the colony, conservationists turned to an unusual solution. In 2006, specially trained Maremma Sheepdogs were introduced to guard the island.

Traditionally used in Italy to protect livestock from predators, the dogs were adapted for a new role: protecting penguins.

The first guardian dogs, Eudy and Tula, were placed on the island during the breeding season. Their presence was enough to deter foxes from approaching the colony, dramatically reducing predation.

Over the following years, the penguin population began to recover, growing from the brink of extinction to well over 100 birds, with some surveys later recording around 180 to 200 penguins.

The project became one of the world's most celebrated conservation success stories. For more than a decade, fox attacks were effectively prevented while the dogs were on duty.

Their importance became especially clear in 2017 when penguins arrived earlier than expected and before the guardian dogs had returned to the island. During that period, foxes killed around 70 penguins in a single attack event.

Once the dogs were reinstated, the attacks stopped again.

Today, the Middle Island Maremma Project is recognized internationally as a pioneering example of using livestock guardian dogs to protect endangered wildlife.

The remarkable story inspired the 2015 Australian film "Oddball" and demonstrated how a simple, creative idea helped save an entire penguin colony from disappearing forever.

[Kas @Kasier_Relkin]

I see you doomscrolling your For you page 😏
#FursuitFriday
📸: @acieldrgn

[Sali @Sallandril]

Under the wicker cutie

For @SnekSquish

[Ninfia~ @ninfiaart]

Hey to the one who wanted Vaporeon here you go
Me-Vaporeon! Now serve me

[野鼠@AI @wildrat_AI]

おはようございます
#AIart #AIイラスト

[Swindleshrimp (Comm closed) @swindleshrimp]

Rambley got something stuck in his tummy, help him out?

[ArkailArt_AD @ArkailArt_AD]

When his teammates told him to get his head in the game, this probably isn't what they meant... but they don't seem to be complaining~

[MikkaTheVulpix @MikkaPix]

I put my eevee in the daycare. They... they didn't understand the job. But I like this more!

[可愛くノ一 🇯🇵🌸 @hokkori_buzz]

I went to an American sushi buffet.

The sign said 「All You Can Eat.」

I am a kunoichi. I am very strict about sushi.
I understood this as a formal challenge.

The first plate arrived.
California roll. Crab stick. Cucumber.
I stared at it for a long time.

This is not sushi.
This is a message.

I accepted.

I asked for the chef.
The manager came instead.
I told him: 「I have eaten every kind of sushi across Japan. I will not leave until I have eaten everything your kitchen can produce.」

He said the kitchen closes at 9.
It was 5:47 pm.

I ordered 19 plates.
Plate 14 was a deep-fried roll covered in cream cheese and hot Cheetos.

I looked at it.
It looked at me.

I ate it.

It tasted like losing.
It also tasted like winning.
I don’t know how to explain this.

At plate 19 I was asked to leave.
Not because of the eating.
Because I had started grading each plate out of 10 and presenting my scores to nearby tables.

I was given a $4 coupon for my next visit.

Is this normal?
Please explain how the sushi buffet challenge works in America.
I need to prepare better next time.

[NyanChuu🔮🇯🇵🍭 @tanpukunokami]

USA. I ordered a large soda.

In Japan, large means slightly larger.

A small drink becomes a medium drink.
A medium drink becomes a large drink.
Everyone understands the agreement.

But in America, large means the conversation has left the restaurant.

The cashier handed me the cup.

I looked at it.

It looked back.

This was not a drink.

This was a private reservoir with a lid.

I held it with both hands, because one hand felt disrespectful. The ice moved inside like a small glacier. The straw stood there with the confidence of a flag planted on new land.

The cashier smiled like this was normal.

So I accepted it.

In America, a large drink is not a beverage. It is infrastructure.

I took one sip.

Nothing changed.

I took another sip.

Still full.

I took a serious sip, the kind of sip a man takes when he has decided to participate in his own future.

The level did not move.

At that point, I stopped drinking and began managing it.

I checked the weight.
I listened to the ice.
I adjusted the straw angle.
I monitored condensation on the cup wall.

I was no longer a customer.

I was the Department of Soda.

A child walked past holding the same size cup with one hand.

One hand.

No fear.
No hesitation.
No respect for the burden.

I understood.

He was born into the system.

I carried mine outside like a sacred responsibility. The sun was hot. The cup was cold. I was small. The soda was still winning.

By the time I reached the parking lot, I had accepted the truth.

I did not order a drink.

I was appointed temporary governor of a liquid province.

I did not finish it.

It finished me.

[marqix ☆ @fwmarqix]

This awkward as hell conversation happened at a small family izakaya in Shibuya.

I was sitting at the counter with my girl when two Japanese salarymen next to us started talking loud enough for the whole place to hear.

Salaryman 1: You won’t believe what happened to my cousin and his wife yesterday.
They went to this yakitori place, service was slow, order came wrong. Waitress fixed it but took forever with everything.

Salaryman 2: Classic, And then?

Salaryman 1: At the end the waitress says she paid for their whole bill herself, around 4000 yen, and tells them ‘Merry Christmas’ even though it’s not even December.
The husband says thank you but when they’re leaving, his wife whispers ‘Should we give her a big tip?’

Salaryman 2: laughing “What did he do?”

Salaryman 1: He said ‘Nope, She paid without us asking, so I’m not paying extra for her nice gesture.

They walked out, wife stayed completely silent in the car.

At home she exploded, called him greedy, said he forced her not to tip.

He told her people who give shouldn’t expect something back.

The auntie behind the counter jumped in while pouring drinks:

Auntie: Ehhh? That husband is too proud! In Japan if someone does that we at least leave good tip or buy her a drink.
But… maybe the waitress lied and the restaurant comped it to get bigger tip, Happens sometimes.

Salaryman 2: Exactly! My wife would have killed me too, Service was bad anyway, so maybe he’s right. But still feels cold, Japanese way is to return kindness even if it’s awkward.

They argued back and forth for twenty minutes while my girl kept squeezing my arm and whispering “See? Even they think he’s wrong.”

I was dying trying not to laugh.

[SUMO_木村政論之助 🇯🇵 @KimuraTodayToo]

In America, you leave money on the table after a meal.

I understood immediately.

This is the ceremony of reward.
A lord, honoring loyal service.

So I stood up.
I bowed.
I said, clearly: "Your dedication was magnificent."
I presented $20 with both hands.

The server tilted her head.
Then smiled and accepted it.

I visited three restaurants.
I bowed at each one.
I spoke at each one.
My wallet is now empty.

American servants are extraordinarily devoted.

Do you also say something
when you leave the tip?

[タマザラシとおさんぽ🍧 @tamazata4]

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