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Friday Cephalopod: pink & puffy

No. This is not what I look like naked.

Mary’s Monday Metazoan: Candy stripes

Friday Cephalopod: I need a better excuse

It’s Friday of the second week of classes. I’m already frazzled and worn out — I get home at night, slump into a stupor, and fall asleep by 10. This is not good, especially since I don’t have this excuse: sex makes squid exhausted. All I’m doing is teaching, teaching, teaching. Clearly the squid are…

Friday Cephalopod: Day of mourning

Sometimes, you just don’t want to know about the lifestyles of the tentacled. The vampire squid lurks in the eternal midnight of the deep sea and a cloak-like web stretches between its eight arms. When threatened, it turns inside out, exposing rows of finger-like projections, called cirri. Vampire squid eat mostly “marine snow”—a mixture of…

The video spares you the worst of it: they also insist on beginning every meal with a round of poetry.

One of these would be nice.

Friday Cephalopod: Not an omelet

What a squid egg mass looks like if you step back a bit: