Scariest Sex.....

Generally, we humans like to think of sex as something exciting and filled with pleasures which take years to fully understand and appreciate. But if we were certain insects or a very particular species of nautili (A cephalopod mollusk of the genus Nautilus, pompilius, found in the Indian and Pacific oceans and having a spiral, pearly-lined shell with a series of air-filled chambers), sex would be just plain terrifying for a very long list of reasons ranging from disembowelment to genitelia resembling torture weapons you’d find in a Medieval knight’s armory. And for many of the insect world’s males, sex is the last thing they ever do. Literally.

Imagine yourself as a web weaving spider. Compared to the females of your species, you are a tiny little creature and it’s your task to somehow try and mate with her. Now, provided that you somehow managed to tap out the right tune on her web without being run through by her huge poisonous fangs, you need to attach yourself to her underbelly and deposit your gametes. But as you do, she’s chewing on you. That’s right. As a spider male, you’re your mate’s dinner and as she’s chomping on your lower half, you have to make sure you can finish the mating before she finally digests something vital.

"...the male dies soon after (mating). His purpose in life is over, so he simply expires."

Another mate who might just eat you during the act is the Mantis female. While there are a few controversies about how common sexual cannibalism really is in mantises, there are cases in which a hungry female will bite off the head of her mate who continues to deposit his gametes at an even faster rate as he dies. So if you’re a male mantis and your potential mate is hungry, you have to wrestle with her to make sure she doesn’t reach back and chew on your face with a pair of powerful mandibles. Can you say ouch?

Speaking of ouch, how about a little disembowelment with your climax? During mating, female bees which will eventually become queens of their own hives lock onto the genitals of the male drones. When the mating is done and they separate, the male endophallus is left in the female. The end result? The closest an insect can come to disembowelment. It’s known as popping the drone because of the popping sound as the drones’ reproductive organs tear off. If any males do somehow survive the mating or don’t have a chance to mate after the females extracted all the sperm they’ll ever need from them, they’re chased out and soon die as their only purpose in life is to mate with a female and shed their mortal coil while she builds a new colony.

But it’s not all bad for the males. Sometimes, male insects get to turn the tables on the females with some frightening biological adaptations of their own. Direct your attention to the detailed snapshot of what the penis of a male weevil looks like. This horrifying instrument which seems to be better suited as a knight’s flail than a reproductive organ, brutally maims whatever mates the weevil has. A theory as to why something like this evolves states that the weevils make sure that the fertilized female won’t mate with anyone else while she heals her wounds, ensuring his unique genetic profile is the only one that will be transferred to the offspring. This is backed up by the fact that the most successful males have the most menacing and spikiest genitals. You can insert your own dirty joke here because due to this blog’s readership, I’d really rather not.

Finally, here’s a trick I’m glad never evolved in humans. Male paper nautili reproduce by taking their reproductive organ filled with sperm packets and actually shooting it into a female which is enormous by comparison to them. Were humans to adopt such a trait, we could never have bars, nightclubs or college parties. Someone with a bad aim would be a menace to everyone in range and half our time would be spent trying to dodge the crossfire. Oh and one other thing. Humans borrowing the biology of the paper nautilus would only have one shot. Sad, isn’t it?

Thanks to God for being a human.....our partner species have guts to protect us.

Eureka!!!! Eureka!!!

I found out all my e-books were deleted and I don’t have a backup and I’m pissed! I haven’t read most of them. I don’t know when it was deleted because it wasn’t even in the recycle bin anymore. Worst… I can’t download it again because the site where I download it from is not anymore accessible. I was so glad when I get to that site. All the e-books are new and most of the authors are my favorite and the catch, e-books are free to download. They even recommend authors and e-books that they thought belongs to a must read sections.

I found out that finding the middle ground has its limitation too. I had enough. I always thought that I’m not a good friend. I couldn’t let myself talked to one of my so-called friend because I’m tired of compromising. I’m asking a lot if I’m the kind of friend I want as a friend. This time I already have an answer. Yes, I am the kind of friend I want as a friend. I don’t ever have to compromise because I know we’ll both be standing in the common ground… we both understand that living with friend means give and take… you have to work your butt out just to make it work… and it takes two to tango… and never be selfish… always think of your friend before you think of yourself and it should always work both ways. But since we have differences, it’s so true that it’s better to visit a friend than to live with them. 

I found out that giving a little something to your family is truly a big deal. They are the easiest people to please. We always thought that they are expecting big from us but in reality it’s the thought that counts. It doesn’t matter if you give them a little less as long as you don’t give them something that can break their heart it could mean a lot. You’ll be surprise to know when it bounces back it bestows you contentment… happiness… pleasure… feelings that you’ve been trying to figure out all your life and for just one time you give something to your family… you’re on the top of the world. Most people think that they have great responsibility towards their family and yes we all do, but I think when you look at them as a responsibility later on you’ll see them as a burden. But when you do things for them out of love, you’ll never get tired of it. You give them happiness trice as much as you give it to yourself. 

I found out that I can be more sympathetic. I can let awful things slipped out. I can mend and bend whichever situation I’m in. It felt good to sometimes left things the way they were and not to push it. Besides, you’ll never know where it’s heading. Maybe you’re lucky it went well and maybe, it could be better luck next time. 

I found out that I should be gratified. There’s a lot to be thankful for.