Okay so I’m reading a book on odd animal behaviour called “Why Pandas Do Handstands”, by Augustus Brown, and I just have to share this tidbit about killer whales:
“The killer whale, or orca, is one of natures’ most ingenious predators, with a wide range of tricks for capturing its prey. Orcas have been known to beach themselves in order to catch sea lions, upend ice floes to tip seals and penguins into the sea, and slap their tails on the water’s surface to wash birds off rocks into their path.”
Okay, all rather foreseeable. I’ve been known to grab a barbeque fork to help hook a box of cereal from the top of my cupboards when I have the munchies and don’t want to take the time to grab a footstool. You’re hungry, you do what you got to do. But this is just cold, man:
“Their most spectacular trick, however, is reserved for sharks. The orca kills its deep sea rival by torpedoing up into the shark’s stomach from underneath, causing it to explode.”
When I first read that, I thought it makes the shark explode – which struck me as less about hunger and more about being a sharkicidal dick. (I don’t blow up the box just to get to the puffed wheat.) But I guess it means that just the shark’s stomach explodes. Which is still cold.