Author: Topher

I've always enjoyed writing. I see this as an opportunity to share my love of movies, action figures, comics, music, and just about anything else. As much as I enjoy writing, I also enjoy interacting with other folks online. If any of my stories or articles spark an idea for discussion, let me know. I read every email and comment I get! So look around, make yourself at home, and above all, enjoy your visit to my virtual discussion page!

A National Day to Celebrate

I was listening to the radio yesterday morning, and the program host mentioned that it was National Coatimundi Day. When I investigated further, I read that it was actually on Dec. 3rd but I’m not holding that against the disc jockey. Are they even called disc jockeys anymore? I mean, most of what they do now comes from digital files, but “audio file jockey” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. I’ll stick with radio host, just to be safe.

Anyway, they were celebrating National Coatimundi Day. For those unfamiliar, a coatimundi (‘coati’ for short) is a medium-sized animal that is related to the raccoon (‘coon’ for short. Fair is fair, right?). They look a lot like raccoons, but have longer snouts and tails, and tend to be a little bigger. They eat like raccoons, too. Pretty much anything. In more secluded places, they stick to plants, bugs, tarantulas and mice. I have no first-hand experience, but I suspect that, like their Midwestern cousins, they are not above eating out of garbage cans if given the opportunity.

Cute little feller, right?

I didn’t know anything about them until I moved to Arizona, so it was cool to learn about these unusual guys. I’ve never seen one in the great outdoors. They are on the shy side, and generally avoid the limelight. I once saw one at the Desert Museum, and it was pretty cool.

Still. I was wondering about them having a ‘national day.’ Do they celebrate it? I seriously doubt they even pay attention to such things. Hell, they probably aren’t even sure of the area code they live in, so let’s not give them more credit than they deserve. Actually, it’s on the calendar to help promote conservation and awareness of them. So I’m cool with that.

Wondering what other special days we have set aside, I set forth into a deeper dive (focusing on the fauna of the southwest U.S.) August 8th is National Tarantula Day. Spiders are scary to a lot of people, so it’s easy to think of them as just bigger, more evil spiders. I’ve come to appreciate spiders as a whole a lot more than I used to. I still don’t want them in my cupboards (and setting up shop there will likely get them evicted with extreme prejudice) but in the yard or under my workshop is fine by me.

 

Big date tonight – wish me luck!

Tarantulas hold an even higher place on my ‘good guys to have around’ list. They usually aren’t very aggressive at all. In the 1950s, sci-fi movies cast them as fearsome villains, but they are quite the opposite. They typically live underground. They hunt at night, and mostly eat bugs, scorpions, and other spiders. Sometimes when they mate, the female eats the male, but the girls live 3-4 times as long as the boys – some up to 30 years – so they have a richer life to look forward to anyway. Their venom is not medically significant to people, and they make pretty good, low-maintenance pets.

Sticking to the desert dweller theme, July 1st is National Roadrunner Day. They came next on my countdown because they eat tarantulas. Roadrunners also eat lizards, mice, and just about anything else they come across, and are considered omnivores. They are really more like the cartoon coyote in that regard. Are you seeing a trend here? In this dry, less hospitable region, animals aren’t picky eaters.

What’s on the menu? Wait…it’s THAT – RIGHT THERE!

Despite the name, they really don’t seem to “run” in the traditional sense. It’s more of a really fast, straight-legged walk. When they do stop, their tail does this weird ‘lift then lower’ move. And their heads turn and twitch in a quirky, amphetamine-fueled fashion. They also don’t much resemble their Saturday morning cartoon avatar. In fact, if that version hadn’t first shown up in the late 1940s, I’d swear it was created with AI input.

Yeah. The resemblance is uncanny. Whatever.

 

 

 

 

 

Which winds me around to my forth and final southwest animal day – July 28th is Rattlesnake Roundup Day. It was established as such in Texas in 1958, and it was focused on reducing the pit viper population. Fortunately, most of our national celebration days are more positive and ‘feel good.’

Try to imagine the potential horror of Mothers’ Day… Yikes!

In any case, Rattlesnake Roundup is now a fun, family focused educational event. I’ve really found a soft place in my heart for the rattlesnake, and I’m glad they went back on Santa’s nice list.

So there it is – my bite-sized review of some of the nations’ most uniquely arid-loving denizens. I’ll now start lobbying for a National ‘50-something model building, action figure collecting, history nerd who likes trivia and classic rock’ day. Contact your congressman, and help get the word out!

And thank you for your support.

-Toph

A Thousand Words

“I remember exactly where I was when…” It starts conversation and provokes recollection. Some are personal situations – when my mom died, or when I learned I was going to be a father. Those are the first two I thought of, which refer to unique events in my life that can still be relatable universally. Not everyone experienced either of these moments when I did, but most people can empathize with the situation, because it either already did happen to them, or they can imagine their own version of it.

Now think of an event that had more wide-reaching historical significance; one that people often remember vividly and personally. In psychology, that moment is called a flashbulb moment. Earlier generations likely remember when the stock market crashed in October of 1929, plunging the country into the Great Depression. Older friends and relatives talk about remembering the John F. Kennedy assassination.

People closer to my age may remember things like the Space Shuttle Challenger exploding in January of 1986. (If anyone is curious, I was eating lunch between classes at the University Union, watching the event occur in real time. The friend sitting next to me quietly muttered an understated, “Oh, that’s not good.”) The 9/11 Attacks are one of the biggest ones for us Gen-Xers. In fact, that one goes for Boomers and Millennials, too, come to think of it. And seeing the Apollo 11 Moon Landing is my earliest childhood memory.

A flashbulb moment examines an aspect of such an event, but because it’s a personal connection, it only applies to situations that were experienced personally. I have no flashbulb moment of, say, the Cuban Missile Crisis. I wasn’t alive to remember it.

But there is a flip side to that coin. Certain iconic photographs capture an event or era. They instantly summon that situation. In some cases, the photo or video serves as the defining image. The image encapsulates the piece of history – especially for those who did not experience it personally.

It doesn’t even matter that some photos may have been staged, misattributed or edited from their original form. The impact doesn’t go away. They still serve as a kind of visual shorthand for those moments.

Anniversaries are triggers of their own. The 84th anniversary of the Pearl Harbor attack is later this week, and the final 2 survivors of the USS Arizona died in late April of 2024. Both were 102 years old. This instantly came to mind.

-Toph