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Josephine Clearriver: Javan ferret-badger (Melogale orientalis)
Emanuel Sundbrock: Sumatran hog badger (Arctonyx hoevenii)
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“I had a great time with you today,” Emmanuel said, with gentle hesitation, “don’t get to do things like this much anymore. I used to fish all the time as a kid but haven’t done it in so long. It is just as enjoyable as it ever was. I don’t know why I stopped,” a shy smile spread across his face.
“Guess I just never grew out of it,” laughed Josephine, “do it all the time, come again whenever you want.”
The pair bound up their rods and tackle in a haze each regarding the other with a warm glow in their hearts that they had to hold tightly as not to make it shine brighter than it should. This wasn’t even meant to be a romantic visit. Though the warm feeling in their necks and cheeks insisted otherwise.
They walked through the pitcher plant bog between the oxbow lake and the road. The rain had thickened the brush of the woods until the usual path was too overgrown to use.
Emanuel had never come this way before or seen this clearing where the jungle gave way to otherworldly carnivorous plants, pale green mosses, and grassy orchids. He wondered that something so strange had been just behind a screen of trees on a road he traveled regularly. Josephine seemed to know the woods and rivers like a dryad. Her comfortable tom boy charms had taken him completely by surprise.
As the warm soft moss yielded under their bare feet. Josephine found herself equally smitten and just as shy. He was so snuggly and gently in contrast to his strong thick body. Part of her wanted to take him down for a tumble right there in the bower of purple pitchers, cobra lilies, and trigger tongued blooms. But this would have been a sacrilege to the magic they were feeling.
Love is known taxonomically to be patient and kind like other blooms are known by petals, anthers, and sepals. It takes the eye of a trained naturalist to spot the exception from among the roadside weeds.
When they pushed through the finale tangled brambles and to the path she insisted that he kept the fish they caught that day for himself. She declared that she already had tilapia, petrochromis, paratilapia and other panfish aplenty in her freezer.
He paused to admire the sapphire gems of the fishes scales as they glittered in the fading sun. As he rehearsed the words of thanks in his mind she wrapped her arms around him. Their hearts rolled in their chests like courting doves as the embrace said more than either of them dared to for the evening. They softly agree to a second shared afternoon in the coming weekend.
They walked home with dreamy eyes and minds mulling all the dazzling shades of the sunset over their heads.
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Well someone had to draw an anthropomorphic hog-badger and ferret-badger at some point.
Emanuel Sundbrock: Sumatran hog badger (Arctonyx hoevenii)
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“I had a great time with you today,” Emmanuel said, with gentle hesitation, “don’t get to do things like this much anymore. I used to fish all the time as a kid but haven’t done it in so long. It is just as enjoyable as it ever was. I don’t know why I stopped,” a shy smile spread across his face.
“Guess I just never grew out of it,” laughed Josephine, “do it all the time, come again whenever you want.”
The pair bound up their rods and tackle in a haze each regarding the other with a warm glow in their hearts that they had to hold tightly as not to make it shine brighter than it should. This wasn’t even meant to be a romantic visit. Though the warm feeling in their necks and cheeks insisted otherwise.
They walked through the pitcher plant bog between the oxbow lake and the road. The rain had thickened the brush of the woods until the usual path was too overgrown to use.
Emanuel had never come this way before or seen this clearing where the jungle gave way to otherworldly carnivorous plants, pale green mosses, and grassy orchids. He wondered that something so strange had been just behind a screen of trees on a road he traveled regularly. Josephine seemed to know the woods and rivers like a dryad. Her comfortable tom boy charms had taken him completely by surprise.
As the warm soft moss yielded under their bare feet. Josephine found herself equally smitten and just as shy. He was so snuggly and gently in contrast to his strong thick body. Part of her wanted to take him down for a tumble right there in the bower of purple pitchers, cobra lilies, and trigger tongued blooms. But this would have been a sacrilege to the magic they were feeling.
Love is known taxonomically to be patient and kind like other blooms are known by petals, anthers, and sepals. It takes the eye of a trained naturalist to spot the exception from among the roadside weeds.
When they pushed through the finale tangled brambles and to the path she insisted that he kept the fish they caught that day for himself. She declared that she already had tilapia, petrochromis, paratilapia and other panfish aplenty in her freezer.
He paused to admire the sapphire gems of the fishes scales as they glittered in the fading sun. As he rehearsed the words of thanks in his mind she wrapped her arms around him. Their hearts rolled in their chests like courting doves as the embrace said more than either of them dared to for the evening. They softly agree to a second shared afternoon in the coming weekend.
They walked home with dreamy eyes and minds mulling all the dazzling shades of the sunset over their heads.
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Well someone had to draw an anthropomorphic hog-badger and ferret-badger at some point.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Mustelid (Other)
Size 1047 x 1171px
File Size 2.84 MB
Hey I had one of those carnivorous plants growing up. Unfortunately I let it die because at the time I thought I was just supposed to water it and give it sunlight. When you're actually supposed to give it some bugs.
But then again it shouldn't have died Since we leave the window open. because the house gets Hot during the day and there would be flies everywhere. but I guess none of them got near the plant. Moral of this story don't give a carnivorous plant to a kid unless you teach them how to probably take care of them. Even if your own mother told you he was supposed to just water and give them sunlight and nothing else. 😢
But then again it shouldn't have died Since we leave the window open. because the house gets Hot during the day and there would be flies everywhere. but I guess none of them got near the plant. Moral of this story don't give a carnivorous plant to a kid unless you teach them how to probably take care of them. Even if your own mother told you he was supposed to just water and give them sunlight and nothing else. 😢
I was really surprised to learn that the North American pitchers and Venus flytraps needed such bright lighting. About the same as tomatoes. I've always had a green thumb myself but every time I leave my wife kills most of my plants. That's just how love works though.
yeah I don't know why my mom thought she could buy a carnivorous plant And take care of it like any other plants. I guess she fought it looked pretty and she could just take care of it like the other plants at home. when clearly they require different form of care so yeah no one should have gotten that carnivalist plant that day.
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