With respect, Schoolhouse Rock, Knowledge is Entertaining!
Watching a behind-the-scenes-at-the-zoo show with DD recently, we watched a rhinoceros give birth. It turns out, when it is time to give birth, the female rhinoceros begins to spin rapidly in circles until centrifugal force just flings the baby rhino out of the mama’s butt and lands it on ground in a pile of goo and dust that is essentially amniotic mud.
I haven’t given birth, so I don’t know: would this be an idea to try? Maybe put a merry-go-round from the playground in a padded room and put the mom’s head in the middle. Get a half-dozen doctors to get the thing spinning like a bunch of 5th graders on a field trip and prepare to catch?
No? Oh well. At least we aren’t like this one wasp that paralyzes a roach, lays eggs in it’s body, and the baby feeds off the organs in order of least necessary to most to keep it alive for as long as possible. [I’ve never mastered the emojis, but if I had, this is where I would put a pukey face!!!!]
Yuck. I am so squeamish around medical things that I had to stand next to my wife to avoid seeing ‘action’. When my daughter was born, the nurses tried to hand me some scissors and asked me if I wanted to cut the chord. I nearly passed out and told them ‘No, thanks. We are paying you to do that.’
Speaking of School House Rock, Jack Sheldon who was a trumpet player for School House Rock dies on Dec. 27th of last year.