And Other Dinner Conversation
We interrupt this Bittel Me This to bring you breaking news: I just got a piece published on Slate.com. And it’s about porcupine sex.
That means if tragedy befalls me and I’m wiped off the face this fine earth, my last echo into eternity will be about the tiny spikes on the glans of a porcupine penis or the potential benefits of urinating on your mate. And if you’re a regular reader of this site, well, then you know I’m totally cool with that. Mother-cussing ecstatic, to tell you the truth.
How Do Porcupines have sex?
I know, you’ve been wondering. Here’s a taste:
In forests across Canada and the United States, a peculiar mating ritual takes place each fall. If your windows aren’t painted shut, you might open them at night and listen for the tender sounds of porcupine coitus—stark, night-piercing shrieks that could be likened to the noises produced by a banshee banging a Velociraptor.
What are you still doing here?
All the good stuff’s over at Slate. You have to go over there to read it. Seriously, am I going to have to White Fang you? Ok, you asked for it.
Go on now and git! Go on! I mean it, git!
Image courtesy of Arthur Chapman
