My dear dad gets me subscriptions to Smithsonian and National Geographic every Christmas. Last year, he accidentally got me one for my married name and for my unmarried name. I wonder which subscription he sent in first?
Anyway, I had the rare opportunity to sit down and thumb through this month’s Smithsonian (seriously, I'm backlogged to July 2003) when I stumbled upon what is possibly the most comical description of mating I have ever encountered:
“If a female is fertile, the male will try to mount her. The female may keep walking, causing the male’s forelegs to fall awkwardly back to the ground. In the only successful coupling [ever] witnessed, a male pursued a female—walking alongside her, rubbing her neck—for more than three hours before she finally accepted him. The act itself was over in less than 10 seconds.”
Buying a woman roses and assuring her 10,000,000 times that she’s not fat so you can get some nookie doesn’t sound like such hard work anymore, now does it? Didn't think so.
Can you guess what animal this is (hint, it’s not your husband—I hope). No cheating! Smithsonian promised to alert me if any of the above words were Googled en masse. First correct guesser gets my extra subscription to Smithsonian.*
*One whole issue!