but i have more proof than just this happy little doglet. there is also the chuckwalla, a lizard who knows the hard way that animals are indeed sentient. the chuckwalla knows there are some wounds that never heal.
when scientists saw the chuckwalla, they didn't see him as a rad reptile that enjoys lava flows, hanging out at Death Valley National Park, and eating yellow flowers. i'm sorry to say that all they saw was a stout-bodied lizard with a prominent belly.
and that is why the chuckwalla's scientific name is sauromalus obesus.
it is the rudest, most insensitive name scientists could have thought of. a few years ago a scientist named Bradford felt bad about what his predecessors had done and changed sauromalus obesus' name to sauromalus ater, citing that there was less variety of the sauromalus than originally thought, but everyone knows that this was just a feeble attempt at a make-good with the chuckwalla. plus, the damage had already been done, no one calls the chuckwalla by its new scientific name. petitions have been submitted to the Internatioal Commission on Zoological Nomenclature (ICZN) to give precedence to the name sauromalus obesus over sauromalus ater based on its extensive use. the ICZN, clearly in cahoots with the scientist Bradford, denied the petitions, and went as far to call their claims 'dubious'.
make it through that crack? in your dreams, s. obesus. |
so we have a disturbed lizard over here, and people are trying to tell me that animals don't have sentience? what a joke. next time you're cramming jerky down your gullet, remember the chuckwalla, our friend sauromalus obesus. treat animals how you want to be treated, and don't turn them into meat twizzlers.
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