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You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!
Stroll, stroll as slow as you wish,
I barely move, I'm the Chocolate Chip Starfish!
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A word of warning: don't dress like a huge, chocolatey cookie around me! It will confer no survival advantage! I'll probably stop eating you at some point but there's no guessing how much damage will be done in the meantime.
Image: wildsingapore via Flickr |
Image: wildsingapore via Flickr |
These are also cookies who take good care of themselves. They don't clamber all over rocks and gravel leaving crumbs all over the place. They prefer to wander across sand and mud, soft sediments that preserve their cumbly goodness. They often poke around in sea grass, seeking out slow and stationary prey like snails, sponges and coral. So it's a cookie with a belly full of meat. A "carnivore option" for cookies.
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This may be the position they assume when they release their gametes into the sea at breeding time. Some kind of "tantric spawning", I guess. And I suppose that kind of bendiness is what happens when you leave your cookies in the sea all day.
4 comments:
really cool!!!
And tasty!
I hate it when I get cookie crumbs in the (sea) bed.
Hahaha! Oh dear... I do like a nice, cheesy cookie.
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