If animals were judged solely on the merit of the nouns associated with their anatomy then the endangered desert tortoise would be king. His entire ancient chelonian self is sandwiched between two spectacularly named shells: Below, the pale, smooth plastron. Above, the armor-plated carapace. No doubt he was off looking for the she-tortoise we found earlier in the spring. Slow moving but surprisingly libidinous, those desert tortoises.
Tomorrow: A wee announcement regarding the future physical location of bigBANG studio.