In Canelo’s opinion, anyway.
In Canelo’s opinion, anyway.
Recently, it has come to The Eight-Year-Old’s attention that her Mommyo doesn’t know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile. You may remember, a week or two ago, I reported that The Eight-Year-Old had spent part of her vacation cuddling a crocodile. But Mr. Cuddles, as you can clearly see, is actually an alligator.
Frankly, The Eight-Year-Old was a little embarrassed that I couldn’t tell the difference.
So she assigned me one last bit of homework before Caterpickles breaks for its August vacation.
The Eight-Year-Old, firmly: “Mommyo, you need to do a Caterpickles on telling alligators and crocodiles apart. That’s the only way you’ll ever learn it.”
The good news is that according to LiveScience, I only have to check three things, and I’ll be able to differentiate between alligators and crocodiles with the best of them:
And now I know.
Dude, holding down this bed is exhausting!
And for you long-term readers:
Earlier this summer, The Eight-Year-Old stumbled onto the concept of derivative art. She looks up various works of art on her Daddyo’s iPad, then redraws them as portraits of Tigery. Earlier this summer, she integrated Tigery into da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, Munch’s The Scream, and Manet’s Self-Portrait with Palette. This week, The Eight-Year-Old and her buddy Tigery are reworking Thomas Gainsborough’s The Blue Boy.
Like any serious artist, The Eight-Year-Old first draws a study for her work, before attempting the final version. After some discussion, she agreed to let me use her works for a summer series on Caterpickles, on the condition that I tell you a little bit about the original work in the post.
The Eight-Year-Old, munching happily on a picnic lunch: “Pringles should not mess in the affairs of humans for they are crunchy, and good with ketchup.”
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old boards a moving castle, travels by airship, and provides friendly encouragement to a reluctant dragon.
I’m told they are planting a white bird of paradise.
Thanks, Grandma, for providing a photo we can use on Caterpickles!
It’s been a buggy summer here at Caterpickles. I’ve tried to distract The Eight-Year-Old with art, but she keeps coming back to bugs. As you may recall, so far this summer we’ve learned that:
Which left The Eight-Year-Old with a third question: If centipedes and millipedes can have the same number of legs, what’s the difference between them?
I’ll be honest. I didn’t really want to go into great detail on this answer. So I’m just going to give you the highlights.
Centipedes eat meat, most millipedes eat decaying plants
Centipedes are carnivores. Most eat spiders and other small invertebrates. One species, the Amazonian giant centipede, which can grow to 30 cm in length, has been known to eat bats, mice, lizards, and frogs, as well as spiders.
Millipedes on the other hand, eat decaying leaves and other dead plant matter. Very few are predatory.
Centipedes have fangs, millipedes don’t
Because they are predators, centipedes are equipped with venomous fangs, which they use to paralyze their prey.
Millipedes have a more peaceful lifestyle. Although millipedes can wreak havoc in a greenhouse, their plant-loving nature means they can get away with simply oozing noxious chemicals from their pores when they need to defend themselves.
Centipedes are fast, millipedes are slow
Again, because centipedes prey on live things, they move quickly. A millipede’s favorite plant-based snack doesn’t typically get up and run away at the sight of them, so millipedes are relatively slow.
Centipedes have one pair of legs per body segment, millipedes have two
Those horrors aside, the main difference between centipedes and millipedes is the number of feet they have per body segment. Centipedes have one pair of legs per body segment. Millipedes have two pairs of jointed legs on most of their body segments.
And once again, that’s about all I can take of that.
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old takes a break from fishing to indulge in a bit of nostalgia reading about life in first-grade, homes with gigantic gardens, and those good old days when people still sent letters by post.
A whole lot of this:
…is leading to a fun amount of this:
At last report, The Eight-Year-Old had caught 2 redfish and 7 catfish. (All catch & release of course.)
Thanks, Grandma, for providing photos we could use on Caterpickles!