Thanks to you the front of my shirt is now covered in my morning coffee - and my monitor needs a wipedown.
Jeez…now I gotta find a clean shirt… 
Garanimals is the solution.
One of my mom’s greatest hits. We were on a boat on one of the Great Lakes (most likely the ferry to Mackinac Island, but it was a long time ago), and getting swarmed by gulls. “Look at the ducks!” says mom.
As look would have it, her children were at the peak of their smart-ass stage. It started with excitedly identifying all bird sightings with “Look at the ducks!”, and degenerated to pretty much identifying anything as a duck.
I don’t think that phase/phrase lasted much more than six months or so.
Oh, but they do.
They probably got them from the same people that made this sign.
Argentina’s rugby team is known as “The Pumas”, doubtless because of their coat of arms which depicts the spotted face of a leopard-like cat, viz., a jaguar. :smack:
Am I crazy, or do weasels NOT poop?
Oh hah hah! 
Leaving aside the bizarreness of confusing those two animals with each other what was the baby bear, sorry I mean arctic fox doing in the same cage as the bears anyway? Isn’t one the prey of the other?
I contest your definition of ‘strictly biological context’.
Yes. All around the mulberry bush.
Depending on how old the child was, this may have been appropriate. A little kid (say 3) may know ‘ducks’ as a bird on the water. It’s like an adult pointing to a tractor in the field and saying ‘look at the truck’, because the kid likes trucks. Sometimes you’ll say anything to make a kid happy.
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My ex is afraid of swans (she grew up in Northern Sweden where there aren’t any, at least not close to humans) so I’ve told her “It’s just a big duck”. Her response was “A big, nasty, ill-tempered duck, yo mean”.
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I was once attacked by a flock of ducks. I scampered like a small dog to the protection of my car. Everyone else got a big laugh. Ducks aren’t as mean as cattle, but in a group they can really peck.
They do, though. In a microwave oven.
Your ex- is actually quite correct in her irrational phobia. Don’t think they’re harmless just because they look ridiculous : swans (and ganders) can be very territorial and aggressive as hell without any provocation or warning. And they will fuck you up. They’ll bite, peck (which, because of the prehensile neck, feels like being hit by a Mexican luchador wielding a claw hammer), buffet, chase you around for ever. No joke.
I knew a guy in college who thought velvet was a color. (I wish I’d asked him which one.)
I knew another guy at the same college who thought french fries were cooked in boiling water.
The problem with the word puma is that it has been used as a generic term for “New World cat large enough to eat you.” While it has a specific modern meaning that separates it from jaguars, it wasn’t also used so specifically.
Velvet is always a ‘b’ color: Brown, or Blue, or Burgundy.
I was at a bus stop near a park at night, once, and a raccoon came out of the underbrush to scavenge in the garbage can. A family of British tourists waiting for the same bus had a lengthy conversation abou exactly what sort of animal it was.
They settled on “squirrel.”
It’s funny that you say that, because I would insist that if velvet must be a color, then it is black.
Years ago a guy** asked me what the capital of New England was.
** puts in order for one (1) Croatian-colored shirt **
I had three, years ago. Oh, my goodness, do they poop. Do they ever.
** who may or may not be my ex :smack::smack::smack: