“The researchers said crocodiles were seen hiding up in trees, scouting the area around them. This position would allow the animals to better stake out potential prey while keeping a wide view for possible predators.
Whenever an intruder was discovered within 30 feet of the animal, it would quickly drop down from the tree, and scurry back into the water. Researchers believe this behavior is the reason crocodiles were never before known to be avid tree climbers.
Like human children, young crocodiles are more likely to climb trees than older members of their species. Young crocodiles were even observed using series of vertical branches as ladders to quickly climb trees. In order to climb along thinner branches, the animals gripped the sides of the limbs as they scurried along the tree.”
Like human children, young crocodiles are known to laugh and ask questions. Like human children, young crocodiles have secrets. Like human children, young crocodiles sleep in your home every night. Like human children, it is statistically probably that there is a crocodile in a tree somewhere over your head right now.
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No. Nonononononononononono. NO.
That is the exact correct response to this information.
Like human children, young crocodiles will bite you if you try to get that dirt out from under their fingernails.
Like human children, young crocodiles will proliferate if you allow them access to the sewer system.
Like human children, young crocodiles eat birds, fish and mammals.
I could have lived my whole life more happily without this knowledge O_O
“I’ll just climb a tree.” –my unenlightened self, upon finding out how fast crocodiles can run.
Like human children, young crocodiles won’t be able to finish their dinner if you let them have that ice cream this late in the day.
Like human children, young crocodiles will crawl into your bed at night and take over 3/4 of the bed so you wake up in the morning curled in a ball in the only remaining space.
I’m a little unnerved that bellowing laughter was my instinctive response to that article, especially this part: “Hatchlings… are lightweight and with their relatively strong claws can even climb vertical brickwork (the cause of occasional crocodile farm escapes).” I don’t know if the laughter is in response to the image of a baby croc climbing a wall, a denial mechanism, or just plain relief that I live in the frozen wastes where there are no crocodiles.
Finally, the Polar Vortex is good for something.
But we’ll always have the jagulars!
Like human children, young crocodiles are more likely to throw temper tantrums when you are stuck in line with a cart full of groceries, an aisle full of candy, and nowhere to escape.
“For a second there I thought you were a crocodile on a three wheeler.”- Sterling Archer, knew it before science did.
Like human children, crocodiles love a prank: http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/tetrapod-zool…
Trigger warning, it’s eating a chicken or something.
Like human children, young crocodiles are watching, waiting, and already Know.
This is why I never go anywhere else for my science news. You really take the motto of science reporting to heart: “If your readers aren’t completely terrified, you’re doing it wrong.”
I am so very pleased with myself that I live in the frozen North, and need never worry about amphibious reptiles.
I also live in the frozen North and needed to double check the veracity of your statement. I typed “crocodile winter” in Google image search. No images of reptiles creeping around in snow appeared. Just lots of boots and purses, so we are safe! Unless that’s their cover…
Like human children, young crocodiles stand claw-in-claw at the end of the hallway beckoning you to come play with them. Like human children, they are not to be trusted.
Guys, guys, guys, no need for so much alarm; much like human children, young crocodiles these days spend too much time cooped up inside playing video games. Quite frankly, this generation of young crocodiles is lazy.
Like human children, young crocodiles are increasingly obese.
Noooooooooo what are they eating* to get so fat
is it me? are they eating me?
*I know: presuming a direct relationship between caloric intake and body shape is neither supported by evidence nor sensitive to those who experience size-related prejudice. BUT CROCODILES, YO.
Like human children, young crocodiles like to bake elaborate cakes and then eat them. Like human children, crocodiles do not like to share.
(I may be projecting my own feelings of cake here.)
They are obviously playing “Where’s My Water?”!
My first thought was that Mallory made this up.
Then my second thought was tiny screams.
Then my THIRD thought was “Well, they definitely need to change some things in Assassin’s Creed: Liberation.”
My first thought was that Mallory made this up.
Then my second thought was tiny screams.
Then my THIRD thought was "Well, they definitely need to change some things in Assassin's Creed: Liberation."
Noooooooooo what are they eating* to get so fat
is it me? are they eating me?
*I know: presuming a direct relationship between caloric intake and body shape is neither supported by evidence nor sensitive to those who experience size-related prejudice. BUT CROCODILES, YO.
I WANT ONE.
I bet they’re less sticky than human children anyway, and you could affix little hats on them.
It has recently come to my attention that everything is less sticky than human children.
I want one too. Or several. Maybe I’ll go and shake a tree and see if one falls out.
The first time we visited Florida, our hosts offhandedly remarked that the reason their pool had a 3′ high concrete wall around it topped with a screened-in tent thing was because the previous owners had come home to a gator that knocked down part of the fence and climbed in. That, combined with the disgusting humidity and the fact that the whole place* feels like if you turned Idaho into a zoo, meant that I wasn’t a huge fan.
But TREE-CLIMBING GATORS AND CROCODILES? Nope, fuck you, Florida, we are fucking DONE.
*by “whole place” I mean “Crystal River to Cocoa Beach”, which is where we’ve spent time.
I reckon a drop bear could still twist the head off a crocodile. Those things are scary.
I now feel an affection for crocodiles that I never thought possible.