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the biggest questions detective pikachu answered
no one but professional trainers has a full team of 6 in the pokemon universe because it would be a fucking gigantic hassle to deal with 6 animals, let alone different types that need different things
some people don’t evolve their pokemon because imagine having a fucking cat and then you can choose to make the cat five times as big and strong. would you do this if you weren’t battling.
Technically if your cat isn’t battling it doesn’t evolve.
That does however give cat owners a strong incentive to not let their cat outside, because realistically any cat that is allowed to roam free is gonna rack up exp until it evolves.
I let my litten out one day and a week later incineroar rips my door off and demands wet food only
vegans who refuse to even eat backyard eggs….why
people who think its unethical to eat chicken eggs are like people who think bees should keep all their honey. they literally produce more than they need and your unwillingness to even buy local means you are doing nothing to help them, support your small farmers you heathens
This is not true.
1) honeybees do not produce “extra honey.” And beekeepers don’t take some of the honey, they take all of it.
2) chickens have been artificially selected from naturally producing eggs once a month to producing eggs every couple of days. Their bodies are not sustainable and the health complications of this rapid egg production kills chickens.
Hey idk who like. Lied to you about the way honey farms work, but could you stop spreading misinformation? Are you a beekeeper?
Because I am!
Beekeepers make sure hives are fed before there is pollen in the air, protected from predators and the elements, and have enough honey to sustain themselves. We don’t take all of it.
But overproduction of honey leads to stagnation in the hive. It puts stress on the queen to lay eggs, and when they inevitably fill up all their space with honey (instead of filling up the multiple empty, clean boxes of frames beekeepers might put on top of the main hive box), the queen can get so stressed she dies. If there’s a spike in the weather and the hive hasn’t prepared new queen brood, that’s it! The colony is dead. Because there wasn’t enough space for eggs and honey in the hive.
Beekeepers take excess honey. We are constantly monitoring the state of the hive, checking for parasites, analyzing the eggs for diseases, and making sure they are fed and healthy (usually with sugar water and pollen substitutes until they have made enough honey to sustain themselves in the early spring months). If a queen dies prematurely, we make every attempt to replace her to save the colony.
I know there’s an urge to patronize everyone who works in the farming industry, but try to understand the differences between small scale agriculture and industrial farming. There IS a difference. And stop spreading misinformation.
If you’re this passionate about ethical consumption, look into some of the ecofeminist research on non-hierarchal interspecies relationships (working on building animal-human relationships in a non exploitative way).
But yeah! Stop spreading misinformation! Please 🐝
Also if I can harp on the chicken part?
Yea Chickens are some of the most abused animals on big factory farms and I’ll be the first to admit it’s criminal and more needs to be done to regulate this.
Yes selective breeding over time has caused an increase in the ammount of eggs produced by chickens and factory farms have some messed up practices to get more eggs from them including forced moutling.
THIS IS WHY YOU SUPPORT LOCAL FARMERS AND THEIR EGGS
Many people take to raising their own hens because of America’s immoral treatment of hens in factory farms like you’re not helping the poor chicks by starving these farmers financially you’re just hurting the one people trying to change things and making the OPTION of cage free organic cruelty free eggs even harder to find
Yeah, as someone who like… lives on a chicken and duck farm… Coops help keep wild animals out but birds are kinda dumb. And chickens literally do not need to keep the unfertilized eggs!
Most chickens will sit on unfertilized eggs until they can tell if they are or not… By the smell of rotting egg. Yeah, ew. Farmers can hold that bitch to the flashlight and tell if there’s a baby in there! They know! The eggs are not being abused!
Also - once a month? Like thousands of years ago maybe? Because Grandpa had chickens he literally let just roam around his farm and built coops and scattered corn for them and I helped collect the eggs, and believe me, those chickens each laid more than once a month.
As a beekeeper…what the fuck? No we don’t take all the honey. That would be downright ridiculous.
Reblogging for the bee facts. Love me some bees. 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
And chicken facts!
I love that age when little girls get really weird and mystical and savage
Like nine through eleven years old, those are some weird years for us
When I was 9-10 I read The Egypt Game and The Headless Cupid, taught myself hieroglyphics, and decided to practice witchcraft
The past three years, my son has come home telling me about the girls he knows, who are: 1. possessed by a demon controlled by a button at the back of her neck, 2. haunted by a dead aunt, and 3. converse regularly with the dead.
I used to talk to bees by running in circles of their dance patterns
this is my new favourite post omg ♡♡♡
girlhood in it’s natural unbridled state is magical
never forget the mysticism of girlhood
When I was that age, I started hiding part of my supper so later that night I could put food on the wood pile for the monsters. I was worried they were hungry.
When I was that age, my friends and I would talk to ghosts at recess and pick herbs and do spells in each other’s backyards.
We built a brick falling trap and crafted weapons in order to hunt the bear our father told us was in the woods. I’m sure he told us to keep us out of there, but that sure backfired. We went out and howled to the wolf pack we were sure was in there, too. We dug up bones and made potions out of mud and dried weeds and planned to run away from home and live in the trees that grew in the park nearby.
My best friend and I would go back out behind her family’s property and find animal bones and weird shaped twigs and seeds and plants and cast spells and do blood rituals and we definitely summoned some kind of demon from hell
Me and a childhood friend learned and passed notes in hieroglyphics during class. At recess, we would build faerie houses at the bases of trees out of bark, moss, acorn tops, ect and leave them offerings of bread and milk in tiny playcups and saucers
I read a lot of non-fiction books on witchcraft from the library, then drew a bunch of protective and binding sigils and taped them to my closet door. Dad asked me what they were for; “To trap the monsters so I can make deals with them”, I replied. “What sort of deals, sweetie?” asked Dad, who knew me well.
“If they don’t scare me, I’ll tell them which of the neighbor kids are easy to scare.”
When I was eight I got into my mom’s old college english textbooks and read the entire greek literature and mythology textbook. For some reason I got some heavy paper and mullberries from the tree in the yard and did a drawing of Icarus with the mullberry juice. Then I rolled it up into a scroll, punched a hole in my bedroom wall down in the corner behind my bed, and stuffed it inside the drywall. Not sure why, but I firmly believed doing so would help me sleep well.
It’s probably still in there. I had to spackle the hole shut a couple years later when my parents found it.
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