Genuinely has Timmy ever decked Irep for Peri after all the shenanigans he was put through?
Timmy's certainly felt like decking him once or twice!! But he'd never do it. Timmy knows better than anyone how terrible it feels when you're punished or reprimanded for just.. being yourself. Irep's just a kid, doing what anti-fairy kids do!
But also, Irep went through one hell of a growth spurt at school, and now he's twice Timmy's size. So, Timmy's options are pretty limited now. At best, he could use Anti-Cosmo as a measure to get Irep to listen to him, but it's becoming less effective the older they get.
In absolute hysterics over how in the previous books of Discworld you had Vetinari be like « Ah, Vimes. If you say no to the following request, I will have to ask Sybil and then she will ask you and then you’ll say yes so just save yourself the trouble »
But then in Thud! Vetinari is like « why would I let you go to Koom Valley » and Vimes is like « well sir, if you say no then Sybil will be the one to ask you and then you’ll say yes »
Lmaoooo Sybil Vimes most powerful woman on the disc
i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you
Meet the pitcher plant moths, Exyra semicrocea: one of the few insects badass enough to live their whole lives in a trap specifically evolved to kill their kind.
Pitcher plants are finely tuned to kill insects, with slippery sloping walls leading down to a pit of insect-dissolving digestive juices. But these little guys turned the tables! From the moment they hatch, they're a pitcher's nightmare.
The spiky blood-red caterpillars seal the pitchers' entrances and eat them from the inside out, using the death trap as their own personal sanctuary from predators. They have specialized feet to grip onto the slippery walls, and use silk as a safety line to keep themselves from falling to their deaths.
When they emerge as adults, they wait until nightfall and then go party in other pitchers.
Adults have only ever been observed to perch inside pitchers with their heads facing up. It's assumed that their grip only works in one direction, and if they slip up they could fall in (like the poor fly below).
So they seem to like living on the edge.
Photos & art by Laura Gaudette, Steve Taylor, Helen Cowdy, Ashley Bosarge, Deanna D, and Kpinso.