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aromanticofficial:

fossaheel:

opposite of a wife guy im a my friends guy. oh you like that flower thats crazy my friend literally gardens. oh you ate a bagel today thats crazy when i hung out with my friend we got bagels. oh you took a walk by some water that’s crazy because a year ago me and my friend took this specific walk by the water and it was meaningful. phone screen of my friends. always talking about my friends. starting to think nobody else has my friends in the same way that i have my friends and im really sorry about that you know what i mean

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Anonymous asked:

Dear Bunjicus Wunjicus, what is the great American biotic interchange?

thelonebookman:

bunjywunjy:

okay so, for the vast vast vast VAST majority of their time in existence as continents, North and South America have been completely separate continents, with oceans in between them.

135 mya (million years ago):

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60 mya:

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once they separated from Laurasia and Gondwana respectively and became their own thing after the Big Kablooie (66mya), they both started to evolve their own completely unique ecosystems with their own forms of life!

North America was a bonanza for big cats, proboscideans, bears, and canines:

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while South America went big on giant sloths, terror birds, marsupials, and armadillos that could tow your car:

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and so they remained, two houses alike in dignity, but rarely interacting except for swapping stormtossed refugees once in a while as they very slooooowly drifted towards each other.

and then, 2.7 mya, the two drifting continents uplifted the seafloor between them like a snowdrift in between two oncoming plows and made much of Central America and Panama.

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AND EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN PANAMA ATTACKED

and WHOOOOPS.

suddenly, the biota of both continents had freedom of movement into a totally new environment. terror birds pushed north into Central and Southern North America, only to be pushed back by incoming waves of smilodon, jaguars, and pumas.

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canines and proboscideans and bears and rabbits and predators of all shapes and sizes came roaring south into the body of South America, wreaking environmental change in their wake, while fleets of possums, armadillos, and giant sloths trekked north to find some new niches of their own.

when the dust had settled, South America was VERY different from how it had first looked, with many native predators supplanted by carnivorans and many small to medium herbivores supplanted by northern species. the terror birds were gone, ending the last legacy of the dominant predatory theropods.

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<src: Mauricia Anton>

North America had picked up some new additions of its own, some that lasted (armadillos, possums) and some that didn’t.

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and we call this kerfuffle the Great American Biotic Interchange, because it sounds better than ECOLOGICAL WARZONE: ESCAPE FROM BRAZIL

(if you’re a scientist, anyway)

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<src: Guillermo Torres Carreño>

Important note: the reason South America seems to get the short end of the stick, exchange-wise, is because North America had already been dealing with Asian biota invading for millions of years across Beringia (aka the Bering Straits landbridge). A lot of the big NorAm Charismatic Megafauna ™ is actually Asian in origin (bison, bears, beavers, etc.).

So the North knew how to deal with invasive species…many of them had started that way! The South, OTOH, had been in its own isolated bubble forever with only the occasional rafted rodent or primate to impinge upon its ecology until BOOM!

The parallels to immune systems and ideologies, etc. write themselves.

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fullmetalfisting:

fullmetalfisting:

I don’t have Spotify so I can’t participate in the fun memes but on the plus side I get to smugly say, “I don’t have Spotify,” when people ask

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Why, I call upon the minstrels of my keep to play a tune! My beloved oud players, my bedeviling mandolutists, and my five angelic castrati.

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