Until tonight, all I knew about Patagonia was...

...that the first Dread Pirate Roberts retired there to live like a king.

We're watching a documentary supposedly about Patagonia, but narration seems to linger with loving detail on the wildlife's tongues. We've learned about the tongue of the guanaco, the tongue of the flamingo, and the tongue of the woodpecker.

Guys. Woodpeckers. Woodpeckers have tongues that are covered in sticky saliva, which is pretty gross, but I can justify that. I see the biological purpose there.

But then, we learn that their tongues are as long as their bodies.

And that their tongues wrap around their brains to provide insulation. Tongue. Wrapped. Around. Brain.

This is some Lovecraftian thing, right?

Also, the puma is a constant threat. Behold my new catchphrase.


I've got a bag of limes. What should I do with them? I'm going to make some lime and poppyseed biscuits, which will probably use two limes. Maybe I should try lime curd? I've never made that before. That's got to use up a lot of limes, right? (If only I also had a lovely bunch of coconuts, right?)

I've also got a batch of dough in the fridge that's going to be soft pretzels tomorrow. This is a habit I have entirely absorbed from the internet. They just looked so yummy on the screen, and now I love making them.


Oh, hey, the puma is back. THE PUMA IS A CONSTANT THREAT. Never forget.

ETA: This narrator sounds an awful lot like Paul McGann. I expect him to suddenly shout "Run, Charley! The puma is a constant threat!"

ETA 2: Holy shit, I did not expect elephant seal peen! (I mean, who does?) Run Charley, run!