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Yeah. But they don’t get all the CO2. What’s left messes with the climate. Worse, when there’s a major forrest fire not only does that release a lot of CO2 but it also removes a lot of plants. Because the CO2 was messing with the climate, there are more and larger forrest fires. Because the average temperature of the ocean is rising, varieties of marine algae and seaweed which have problems with higher temperatures are dying; ditto corals, which are animals, not plants, but which build reefs where algae and seaweed live. Corals also don’t like it if the Ph of the water shifts too much towards acidic, which is what happens when there’s increased CO2 dissolved in seawater. What needs to happen is to reduce the amount of CO2 getting into the air (and then into the water) so that the plants, especially the marine plants, can catch up. Just cut back a little, give the plants a chance.
Ah, snow vs. Mexican lizards… We have iguanas around here, pets and the descendants of pets mostly; the owners found out that iguanas can get to be six feet and more in length and got rid of them. It gets way too cold for them, so mostly they die once temps drop below the 40s Fahrenheit. Except, of course, for those who congregate in hot tubs, much to the annoyance of the hot tub owners.
Local lizards and snakes and even alligators know what to do when it gets cold; crocodiles are almost as bad as iguanas, the only crocodiles north of Miami live in the cooling ponds for FPL’s nuclear reactors in Port St. Lucie and a good number of the ones in Miami live in the cooling ponds for FPL’s nukes in Turkey Point. (Certain people say that FPL is breeding crockzillas as cheap security guards…) Every time I see that the movie Lake Placid or its sequels are on tv I laugh, there’s no way a croc is surviving one winter in New York or points north of there.
We want more of Jorge!
In all seriousness, we’re a little too far north for iguanas here, but they’re here anyway. Apparently they really like people’s hot tubs. December should be interesting.
Show him who’s el jefe, Jorge. Swat him with your sombrero.
His name’s not George, it’s Jorge Rey. And he’s a t. mex immigrant from Yucatan. I suppose that a motorized trash can would count as a caravan…
We love you, Jorge! Estados Unidos Mexicano should replace the snake, eagle, and cactus on the flag with a t. mex in a sombrero!
No! We love Jorge! Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of suburbia, strong as he can be!
So… he’s moving to Florida, then? I hear that the Dolphins really, really, REALLY need a quarterback…
Those weren’t wimpy German shepherds. Those were wolves. And Kevin Costner was nowhere in sight.