I’ve been doing a fair amount of reading and thinking about curiosity lately. One of the first articles I came across was by Daisy Yuhas of the Hechinger Report. In it, she talks about a set of studies that demonstrate that curious people are happier in their jobs, better at social interactions, and enjoy greater academic success. Reader, I had questions.
Did you know that Darwin was an avid breeder of fancy pigeons? No really. Breeding fancy pigeons was a thing respectable people did in the 1850s. But why pigeons, and not, say dogs?
When @kristadb1 tweeted that she was going to take a suitcase full of cod tongues home with her from Newfoundland, I had some trouble wrapping my mind around the concept. Cod tongues? Surely that was a secret code word for steak. Fish don’t have tongues. Do they?
One of the wonderful things about having both Netflix and a child is that you get to introduce her to all of your favorite childhood movies in the comfort of your own living room. This week’s movie was the 1937 edition of Snow White, and as usual, my daughter had questions about it. “This Snow White was filmed in 1937? Did they even have TVs back then?”
Hi all, it’s back to school time here at Caterpickles Central, which means my annual summer hiatus from blogging about the random questions that pop up in our lives is over. It also means that it’s time to bake the annual batch of back-to-school brownies. I normally skip over high altitude baking instructions because they aren’t relevant to my life, but today, for whatever reason, they caught my eye. My brownie mix said to add extra flour and water in high altitude locations and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
This morning when I came downstairs for my necessary cup of coffee, I spied a bedraggled brown lump floating on the surface of the swimming pool. On closer inspection, it proved to be a dead mouse. Which brings us to today’s question: “There’s a dead mouse in the pool. Is it time to freak out?”
If you’re just joining us, last week I learned that jawbreakers can explode when heated in a microwave. This week, I’m going to find out why. What happens in a microwave that makes jawbreakers explode?
In an effort to finally rid the house of leftover Easter candy, I snagged a copy of Loralee Leavitt’s Candy Experiments and began to flip through looking for a way to dispose of all those unwanted Peeps. I hadn’t gotten very far before I found the warning: “Never heat a jawbreaker.” And all I’ve been able to think about since is why. Why can’t you heat a jawbreaker? What happens?
Last week, when The Eleven-Year-Old and I came home from school, we discovered our normally sleepy cat on high alert. Turns out there was an opossum in our backyard. “Oh no,” said my 11-year-old daughter. “Is it time to freak out?”
Thinking about composting your potentially E.coli infected romaine? Do me a favor. Don’t. At least not this time around. Here’s why.