#pufferfish facts

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The Pufferfish's Incredible Survival Tactic

Did you know pufferfish can inflate to avoid predators? Discover their unique defense mechanism!

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Daily fish fact #782

Longspined porcupinefish!

As a defense against predators, this fish can swallow water into its stretchy stomach to quickly grow in size, erecting the sharp spines on its skin that otherwise lie flat! The stomach of the longspined porcupinefish is extremely specialised for this purpose: it is full of folds, has additional muscles surrounding it that squeeze out the water once it's time to deflate, and lacks any digestive ability.

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Merformer coswave with Seahorse Soundwave and pufferfish cosmos. Since seahorse use their tails so they don’t drift away from their with the current, Sw uses him tail to curl with cosmos.

OUHH IM SICK IM SICKK I love merformers aus very much I must admit..

Pufferfish cosmos is so wonderfully correct I might sob out loud,, like yeah,, he is so pufferfish. And seahorse soundwave also fits so well with him being a cassette carrier and all AAUUUH I love it

ANYWAYS merformers coswave win, soundwave courting cosmos and holding onto him with his tail and staying close to him. Cosmos courts soundwave by drawing intricate nest-circles in the sand in order to impress him (spoiler alert: soundwave is already impressed and down bad for this little pufferfish)

Seahorses are also very affectionate with their mate so GET LOVED IDIOT PUFFERFISHHH

TEHEHEE THIS WAS VERY FUN THANK YOU FOR THE ASKKK ❤️❤��❤️❤️❤️🛸🛸🛸🛸🛸

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🐠 Daily Fish Fact: 🐠

*Finding Nemo Series #6*

The majority of pufferfish species are toxic, while some are among the most poisonous vertebrates in the world. In certain species, the internal organs, such as the liver, and sometimes the skin, contain tetrodotoxin, and are highly toxic to most animals when eaten; nevertheless, the meat of some species is considered a delicacy in Japan, Korea, and China, when prepared by specially trained chefs who know which part is safe to eat and in what quantity.

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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Who says fish don’t have a sense of romance? Male pufferfish in the genus Torquigener certainly know how to woo ladies. In an open, sandy area a male will push his body through the sand in specific directions to create intricate, geometric patterns. The more complex the pattern, the more likely he is to attract a mate.

(Images: A male white-spotted pufferfish (Torquigener albomaculosus) biting the cheek of a female as a part of courtship, and an example of a pufferfish ‘crop circle’ by Yoji Okata)

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Animal of the day: Puffer fish!

Pufferfish are fish belonging to the family Tetraodontidae. Their Latin name refers to their four large teeth, fused into an upper and lower plate, which are used for crushing the hard shells of crustaceans and molluscs, their natural prey.

They inflate by filling their elastic stomachs with vast quantities of water or air. This is a technique to evade predators, to make themselves seem too large to eat. They also have spines on their skin containing poison, which is foul tasting and often deadly.

Pufferfish teeth never stop growing, they are naturally worn down by the hard shells of their prey!

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It is so insanely cool how perceptions of beauty are a constant in not only humans but nature at large:

I was watching a clip of BBC’s Earth documentaries about Pufferfish, and the fact that they spend a full week tirelessly creating these gorgeous spirals of sand and shells to attract potential mates.

This made me thing of the bowerbirds that use blue things like pebbles and milk bottle lids to decorate their nests, to the corvids that take trinkets and shiny things that appeal to them. To even peacocks with their gorgeous plumage.

It is so beautiful that everything in the world has its own ways of aspiring to and creating beauty. It just makes the world feel that little bit more magical

Images for context - Puffish Sea Circles; Satin Bowerbird Nests

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FISHY FACT OF THE DAY:

Dolphins like using pufferfish to get "high"

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Read the remaining facts, plus myths, quotes, faqs and an epic quiz at: From Cute to Deadly: 50 Surprising Pufferfish Facts

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You!

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YEAHHH and youuuuu 🐡

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Daily fish fact #479

Dwarf pufferfish!

Also called a pea puffer or a pygmy puffer, their names reference their very small size: the maximum size that the species reaches is 3.5 cm (1.4 inches)! Unlike other pufferfish, the juvenile individuals of this species enjoy socialising and living in shoals in the wild.

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Dolphins sometimes harass pufferfish to get high off the toxins they release. When one dolphin gets a hit, they pass it on to their buddy.

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When you’re such a Moiraine fan that you reblog for pufferfish

Pufferfish Crop Circles

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the symptoms of being human.

jade leech x (gender neutral) reader note - being human comes with its fair share of very specific symptoms. or: jade has lived in saltwater his entire life. never has it leaked out of him before. // HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY BESTIE @heyyy11!!!!!! 🎉 many wonderful wishes of health, happiness, and good fortune for you!!!! :D it isn't a lot, but please enjoy this little gift i prepared in celebration!!!

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

A long time ago, a human penned that line in reference to merfolk and their inability to shed tears. A fact as intimate as that couldn’t have possibly been common knowledge amongst humans, or so Jade assumed every time the story was regurgitated at bedtime. He always did that: apply logic to areas where logic wasn’t needed. His teachers used to tell him, “Jade, sometimes you need to suspend your disbelief in order to immerse yourself in a fictional world.” He could try—and try he did—but he’d find himself lingering on that quote every time.

A slight amendment to that: merfolk can cry and they do suffer, but whether they suffer more is impossible to know without further study.

Jade operates under the notion that there are explanations for everything, even the wildest of lunacy. There is comfort in comprehension. He would spend hours holed up in his sleeping nook, poring over stories and texts on humans and beastfolk. He would compare and contrast them. Can a tearless cry indicate the amount of suffering per species, or is such an abstract concept even remotely quantifiable? Perhaps it is because merfolk cry silently that they suffer. Because there is no one who can hear their weeping in the deep sea. Because there is no physical proof.

It’s easier to recognize the physical signs of grief, for what happens within is shrouded in secrecy, veiled in the depths of the heart.

So when Jade comes onto land for the first time, human skin stretched over a skeleton altered with a potion, every inch awkward and aching, the sea leaks out of his pores. He feels like a pufferfish not yet expanded but on the verge of bloating, deflated and weak, salt still spilling. And he knows it’s salt because he swipes two fingers under his armpit and brings them to his mouth to taste. It’s saltwater.

He later learns, while sitting in Professor Crewel’s class and listening to him drone on about anatomy, that this is the phenomenon known as sweating. Jade sweats when he exerts himself, when his body temperature rises degrees over what’s internally comfortable and he needs to cool down, when he ingests something spicy, when he’s sick with a fever, when he’s stressed… It’s a fascinating facet of human biology he was previously unaware of.

Azul called these peculiarities “symptoms of being human,” and what intriguing symptoms they are! He hopes to experience even more as he completes his education on land, regardless of how troublesome they might be.

Having a symptom of something implies the affected is ill in some way—as if humanity itself is an illness and this human body serves as more of a hindrance than help. Jade will forever be an eel merman, and this body is just a clever cloak crafted to make his life on land habitable. Although there are moments where he thinks his original form would suit a certain task. Like swimming or any sport in the water, really. But he likes to struggle and fail, learning from every human mistake.

These symptoms are not terrible. Not to him, at least.

He meets you in the woods. You’re hunched over the ground, patting a compact lump of freshly disturbed soil. A burial, he thinks, but then he’s not certain. When you fashion a little marker out of sticks and ribbons, it occurs to him that he was right.

“Hello to you, too,” you say, turning to glance at him.

There’s something that stills in the air. A feeling catches and tugs at his heart. He can’t explain it—still can’t even to this day—but something trickles out of his eyes then. A droplet of water and then another and then more until silent streams are falling thick. He blinks until his once-blurry vision clears, only to find you’re looking at him fully now.

Jade gathers the wetness on his fingertips and licks curiously. Salt.

Horrifyingly, he’s sweating from his eyes.

He doesn’t panic. A grotesque part of him wants to know what else these eyes are capable of in this body. 

You draw in breath through your lips. A gasp. “Oh! Are you all right?”

He nods because even if his brain doesn’t understand it yet his heart does.

You are the person he’s going to spend the rest of his life with.

This isn’t fiction, and he doesn’t have to pretend to accept it as his temporary reality just to enjoy the story it promises. He knows. His heart—the eel-mer heart—knows. This salt is a symptom of being human, but a symptom of being a mer is that there is the strongest sixth sense for finding one’s other half.

“Are you sure?” you press, rising to your feet, digging through your bag for tissue. “You’re crying!”

He blinks back at you. I’m…crying.

He’s not sweating. He’s crying.

“Forgive me,” he says even though he knows there’s nothing to apologize for. “My eyes must not be working today.”

A sympathetic smile spreads on your face. “Did you come here with anyone?”

He shakes his head and explains rather simply that he’s come on account of club business. “I’m the only member in my club,” he elaborates unnecessarily, “and so I often come here to hike and forage. I suppose I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone on this route.”

“Club? You’re a student?” Before he has a chance to respond, you add, “No way! What school? I’m from Royal Sword.”

“Night Raven.”

“Whoa! That’s so cool. I’ve heard lots about that school. Oh, sorry, I’m totally chatting your ear off. If it’s not an issue, would you like to walk back together? Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just worried about you.”

The affable conversation was so smooth Jade almost forgot he’s been leaking—crying—the entire time.

“Why would you be worried? I assure you there’s nothing in this forest that could harm me,” he says, holding a hand over his heart.

As if it isn’t the woods that might hurt him but, rather, the person standing in front of him. He has never felt any need to protect his heart, but now he thinks he must. If he’s to offer it to you in the future, he wants to do so when it is perfectly whole and packed full of happiness.

“Um… Well, I just don’t want you to do anything…harmful,” you say, stringing the words together awkwardly. “People care about you. They’d miss you.”

He glances past you at the burial. Just above, a nest of baby birds chirp noisily. He understands now.

“As it happens, I’m currently quite content.”

“You are?”

He tilts his head at you and smiles, teary-eyed and most likely red in the face.

“I am. Very much so. I’ve experienced another human symptom. I couldn’t be any happier.”

You exhale a quiet, semi-amused breath. “I’m glad.” Your hand is held out next. “I’m (Name). It’s nice to meet you.”

His webless, clawless hand closes around yours. “Jade Leech,” he greets.

— — —

“You look good,” Floyd compliments, watching Jade fuss over himself in the mirror. “Shrimpy’ll think so. And Mama. Pops, too.”

“So everyone,” he replies smartly, his hands shaking as he smooths the nonexistent wrinkles in his suit. They reach for the jewelry strung around his neck. He’s wearing his mother’s pearls. Tradition and memory are twined throughout each one. For every hand that holds this chain, a new pearl will be added. It has been in his family for ages. After today, he’ll add his and the necklace will be a pearl longer.

He feels like he needs to pace up and down a mountain. Like he needs to strip this seaweed-esque suit off and jump into the ocean to feel free of constriction. Clothes are always so…unique. That’s the word he chooses to use. Another symptom, he’s certain, because clothes are to humans as colors are to merfolk. Humans attract each other with fashion styles just as mers flash colors and patterns at those they intend to charm.

“Everyone,” Floyd echoes, grinning to ease the tension. “C’mon. You know everything’s gonna be fine.”

Logically, Jade is aware of that. There were rehearsals and lists and triple-checks. Everything is in order. He’s ready. You’re ready. Illogically, he thinks he’s about to shake out of his skin from either excitement or anxiety or a combination of both.

Floyd’s hand comes down upon his shoulder. He relaxes beneath the squeeze. “You got this.”

“I do,” he whispers, turning away from the mirror with a smile.

He waits for you at the altar. A feeling he knows well enough claws at the back of his eyes. It’s been steadily encroaching since this morning, or perhaps it’s always been there ever since he first met you.

When he sees you, his world comes together and everything is warm and wonderful. There are tears on his face, tracking down his cheeks in hot streaks. It’s not embarrassing even though, somewhat flustered, he mouths to his parents that he’s simply sweating from the eyes. A symptom they’ll soon experience in their temporary human bodies.

Out of every human symptom he’s experienced, he thinks this one is his favorite.

You meet him at the front, and beneath an awning of the prettiest flowers you join hands.

“How do you feel?” you murmur, your thumbs running over his palms.

He’s going to say he feels like his world is brighter and wrapped in silk—like he’s looking love right in the face.

Through his tears, he smiles and says, “Like my eyes are working properly today.”

You giggle around a rising sob. Happy tears, he notes, much like the ones sticking to his face. “Weird. Because mine don’t seem to be working today.”

“A shame. You can’t see how beautiful you are.”

“I trust you.”

“I can’t promise mine won’t sweat halfway through the ceremony, but I appreciate your faith in me.”

“It’s fine. Mine are already doing that.”

And it’s everything to him—you, this union, the tears, these messy, complex symptoms of being human. Everything.

Jade thinks he’d like to rewrite that old quote from his childhood.

But a mermaid has no tears and so that may be true in storybook blue, but it is her heart that weeps for everything she has experienced, is experiencing, and will experience; the good and the bad, the happy and the sad.