Pardon my minced oaths (not steelcut oats), but to my joyous jubilation I have ascertained that I am the proud possessor of that fine Darwin’s-ian tubercle. See, reading about freshwater mussels and various vestigials can verily bring you a ciboulette of bâtardous delectation. I am also the only one in the family who can wiggle her ears without obviously moving a mussel… a muscle, I mean.
- N.C. mussels may be on brink (newsobserver.com)
- Oldest Known Insect Camouflage Dates Back 110 Million Years (sci-news.com)