check out this egg

I am SO happy

So about 4 days ago my brother was working in the yard and he was getting rid of this big old plastic pot we had that was already falling apart. To fit it in the garbage bag he had to smash it into smaller pieces with a shovel.

But when he dumped out the dirt….

…eggs. Ten little eggs.

My mom brought them in to show me. Not knowing what they were or if they were dangerous or not, she asked me if I wanted to take one and open it up outside to make sure it wasn’t full of baby bugs or something. I told her that they were definitely reptile eggs but she was still giving them the ‘I-still-don’t-trust-that-they-aren’t-bugs’ look.

I knew there was no way it was full of bugs and I wouldn’t be able to get it off my mind if we cut one out and killed it. But then I remembered candling.

If you don’t know what candling is, it’s when you put a flashlight under an egg to check if it’s fertile or not.

So I told her to hold on and I ran to get a flashlight.

Lo and behold they were not bugs.

It was our first time ever candling anything so we weren’t exactly sure what to look for. The only videos I had ever seen for candling an egg was a video talking about how some geckos lay eggs without a mate but there is a rare chance they could be fertile anyway; the eggs in the video were always empty though. So we checked all the eggs and they were all alive and responsive. I managed to convince my family that I was 99% sure they were lizards of some kind.

Since we kind of accidentally destroyed their nest and a storm was coming we set out to give them somewhere safe to hatch.

 We got a pot and filled it with damp dirt like the one we found them in but smaller. After candling each egg, we made a divot in the dirt and placed each egg half in and half off, careful not to turn them too much and damage them.

My mom did some research and found that the eggs needed to be kept somewhere with good humidity so we got a plastic book crate, drilled some holes in it, and filled the bottom with wet paper towels.

The mystery eggs were put in the garage where it was just as hot as outside but safe from the huge thunderstorm.

Day 2 of eggs and nothing happened. We didn’t think anything would happen just yet but we were all a little worried that we were doing the wrong thing. It was my day to go finish up cleaning up the dirt and shards from the broken pot in the yard when I found another egg.

I picked it up and it wasn’t as firm as the others. In fact it was leaking. I called my mom and candled the little guy. He was just as alive as the others were. There wasn’t much room in the new incubator with the other eggs so we got a tiny beta fish tank we haven’t used in years and fixed it up for the egg. We put it in the garage next to the others.

Now this egg had me worried. He had been out in the storm with a damaged egg. I would go out and check on him throughout the day. Not a thing happened and I was starting to worry that he didn’t make it.

Day 3 of eggs was interesting. I went out to check again on little egg 11 with my mom. She asked how the others were doing and wanted to see. It was fogged up on the inside so I shone a light through and saw it. A head! A little baby lizard head poking out of the egg! 

The incubator was taken inside and everyone was gathered around the table. We would all switch from watching the eggs, to someone doing research, to checking the eggs, to setting up the empty tank we had, to checking the eggs again.

All together 4 little lizards were hatching. They’d kick for a bit in their eggs but then fall asleep because it was so tiring. 

After a while my mom got concerned about one that hadn’t opened its eyes in ages. It wasn’t moving. I picked up the egg and put it in my hand. I rubbed the shell and gently gave it little tugs. Then out the baby came!

This little guy came out healthy and fast. After a brief look-around he ran out of my hand and back into the pot. Then over the edge of the pot to explore the hides we fit in. 

After 4 of the babies fully hatched and we figured out what we were going to do, we put the incubators in the spare tank we had so we could keep an eye on them. At that point it was a little past 1:00am and a 5th egg started to hatch.

Day 4 of eggs and lizards we went to the local pet store to get something that these super small babies could eat. Luckily, Petco carries super small crickets and meal worms. We loaded up on reptile supplies: bus, vitamin dust, hides, heat lamps, you name it we probably bought it.

Upon getting home my mother and I readied the tank.

At that point all but two eggs had hatched. One we thought wasn’t going to make it because it didn’t react when I candled it, and the other was number 11 who was found a day late and broken. We decided to move the two into one incubator instead of two while we moved 9 of the lizards into their temporary home.

When we look for them they were hiding in the incubator all curled up together under a plant we had put in. They actually seem to do that everywhere they decide to hide which is kind of surprising to me. I thought they were going to all be really territorial with each other. But they seem to like each other more than I thought they would.

After a few hours, number 11 hatched and he was just as healthy and fast as the others despite being through the storm earlier. Not too long after that, the last egg hatched. He was much smaller than the others but equally as fast. We added them both to the tank with the others and they hid as quick as a ninja.

Day 5 of lizards was mostly setting up heat lamps and lights and worrying if they were okay. They stayed hidden under rocks and brush. We never saw them eat so we went back to researching.

Day 6 of lizards and they are alive and well! They’ve taken a liking to the new heat lamp and have been scuttling around there all day. I even saw one eat a cricket! 

Even the smallest of the bunch was enjoying himself in the warmth :)

I will continue to take care of them until it comes time to release them back to their natural habitat. I’ll keep you all updated. It’s such a strange and wonderful learning experience :) 

Check it out: you can chomp on POTATO, MACARONI, and EGG salads but there’s no PANCAKE salad??? What gives!? Can someone call, like, a food inventor or salad scientist or whoevers dang job it is to innovate our meals and get this fixed immmediately? It has been too long, living in this pancake-salad-less world, and it must be rectified. Taking a stand!


Dean/Cas; post s12 finale, angst, 1K, G. Canon character death. Read on AO3.

Dean develops a brand new coping mechanism.

It’s not like Sam says “you should keep busy” out loud. But his long, lingering, puppy-dog looks and the bunch of cases piled up on Dean’s table pretty much say everything for him already. Print-outs, cut-outs, scattered letters that used to make sense at some point. Two people torn to shreds here, a person drained of all their blood there, evil going bump in the night.

The times when Dean can’t stop thinking about the people that the vics inevitably left behind are the worst.

Keep reading

In other news, I’m still Ryan Ross trash and intend to stay that way for the time being. 


The appeal of the film is clear: stars are not being asked to play anything run-of-the-mill. They are showcased in sumptuous 1930s glamour, dressing for dinner (even on a train), and the cooks produce delicious  fancies such as walnut soufflés.

‘I liked the sense that I could let the audience escape into that world,’ says Branagh, ‘where the details of what the characters are touching, seeing, eating, drinking, wearing are a significant part of the pleasure. ‘We live in a world where everything is so transient and quick, it seemed to me a period in which, from a piece of linen to a glass of water to an arrangement of flowers, there could be a way of evoking a parenthesis of calm in an incredibly rushed life.’

Branagh had long discussions with Michael Green and Jim Clay, the film’s production designer, about how to pin down key details from the period.  ‘I wanted forensic detail, so you feel as though you’ve taken residence on the train and are taken into a much more dangerous environment.’ When the avalanche hits the train, it comes to a stop on a creaky old viaduct in the mountains. Branagh introduces the idea that passengers can escape. ‘It puts a lot of jeopardy, a ticking clock in the way of the story.’ 

Branagh also embraced relentless precision as his guiding aesthetic. He never shot unless someone had been around with a ruler making sure each glass, plate, knife, fork was in exactly the right place. ‘Every flower had to be the same height, the stalks had to be the right height, with the right level of water…’ Dishes had to be historically accurate. ‘Whatever you see being eaten is from that time,’ says Branagh. This included a huge baked and glazed cod. ‘It was a time when gelatine and brawn were used a great deal. I can tell you that they have a short life cycle under film lights – they collapse, and get pretty whiffy.’ All the train fittings were either Orient Express originals or copied from originals, from the seats that unfolded to become beds right down to the coat hooks, door latches and light switches.

Authenticity also governed the costumes, which are mostly handmade and true to period. Alexandra Byrne,  the costume designer, was ‘very kind because she protected my skin from all the wool,’ says Pfeiffer. ‘I am very sensitive to wool. I get itchy.’  The fabric for Poirot’s suits was specially woven in a mill in Scotland to ensure the drape and movement was ‘true’. ‘Cloth from the 1930s has a much denser weave, which we don’t use today for tailoring,’ says Alexandra Byrne [the costume designer].  ‘If you are using a modern fabric, it’s a bit more bouncy.’ There was also an ‘ironing station’ – with an iron and a steamer, to ensure clothes had the ‘right’ type of crease. ‘There are creases from sitting down on a chair on the train and there are creases from sitting down in a chair in a make-up trailer – and they are a bit different,’ Byrne explains.

In Christie’s stories, Poirot’s moustache is described as ‘gigantic’, ‘immense’ and ‘amazing’. In Murder on the Orient Express, he is ‘a little man with enormous moustaches’. Now Branagh has set a standard of facial shrubbery that few can hope to equal. He sees it as a ‘visor’ and a ‘mask’ that also hints at military service. ‘There is more substance and bulk, more growl in the moustache,’ he says. It is also a useful aid in detection.‘People around him, I certainly felt, were focusing on the moustache, and not on him checking them out.’ Branagh tried growing his own – ‘it took a long time’ – but in the end went for a stick-on version.

Everytime you made Ken laugh it would peel off,’ says Bateman. ‘I do remember getting the first email jpeg of the moustache and seeing something that took magnificence to a magnificent degree,’ says Green. ‘I just giggled to myself and thought, “Can we create a movie where the moustache by the end doesn’t appear distracting because you are so involved in the story?”’  - The Telegraph, October 19 2017 [x]

Oh my god imagine the team touching down on a planet because they picked up a distress beacon from someone who crashed and they get there and find a room with a bunch of eggs and theyre all like “what the fuck is this??” and one of them is checking out an egg, and Lance has a really bad feeling because this feels so familiar???? aND THEN THE EGG OPENS UP AND IT HITS HIM AND HE’S “OH FUCK” AND SHOVES HIS TEAMMATE OUT OF THE WAY LIKE “LOOK OUT” AND THE FACE HUGGER JUMPS OUT AND MISSES THEM AND PULLS HIS BAYARD OUT SO FAST AND SHOOTS THE DAMN THING LIKE “FUCK THIS SHIT”



@gallusrostromegalus meet Roadrunner. She’s our neighbourhood chicken. She is technically owned by the next door neighbours but wanders around the street as she pleases. She used to nest under our mailbox and give us eggs before she got scared away by small children running out to check for eggs every time we went out/came home.

what goes around comes around | supercorp AU aka a very pissed Lena that kills Mon El

“thought it was me and you babe me and you until the end guess i was wrong…”

The Portland Sandwich Tour

1.The pork belly from Double Dragon- nestled in SE Portland, this place holds nostalgic value for me. It was one of the first places I ate when I was interning in Portland during grad school. The patio welcomes you in with picnic tables and inside you’ll find an eclectic mix of Asian inspired decor. Their pork belly ban mi is a twist on the original- layered with house made kimchi, chipotle aioli, cilantro and caramelized pork belly, all resting between a perfectly crunchy but chewy roll.

2.The smoked turkey sandwich- Figlia. This place is a cute new eatery established by older sister restaurant, Renata. The space feels like a European cafe where you can order just a coffee, or a full spread for lunch. The smoked turkey is a sandwich I haven’t stopped thinking about since I tried it last month. Fresh, vibrant, and perfect for sharing or devour it yourself.

3.Fried egg I’m in love, Srirachalot. The best breakfast sandwich place around this sandwich has all the goods including ham, cheese, avocado, a fried egg and sriracha! Check out their entire menu which is filled with amazing choices. A little yellow food cart settled right next to bustling SE Hawhtorne St. Perfect stop to hit before shopping or even call in a to go order before work!

Lardo- this is my go to for anything sandwich related because it’s their entire menu! Their signature? Head chef, Rick Gencarelli, likes it saucy “I actually get irritated when the sauce isn’t spread to all corners of the sandwich.” Sink your teeth through layers of flavor and texture, as this sandwich shop goes above and beyond in both creativity and quality.

5. Last but not least, the Meat Cheese Bread bacon sweet potato sandwich! This place was recommended to me by so many people that I finally had to try it for myself! I was blown away by the creativity with ingredients and textures. They try to take traditional sandwiches and put their own twist on it. Look for the seasonal favorites as well, he incorporates different things as they go in and out of season.