|I can kill you with my brain.|
I've said before that my favorite animal is the hippopotamus. Granted that though hippopotami are chunky and they can kill you with their little toenails, they have sunk to second in my estimation.
The new fav animal? The honey badger. Everything else comes a distant third or more. "Why do you say this," you ask. Because those things can just about write their own ticket. I imagine in a few years they will be. Those critters are smarter than a first year college student.
|Isn't he sweet?|
The other day I saw a documentary about the little cusses. In spite of every effort by the studying scientists to keep them penned safely inside, the warts got out and raised Cain. Strains of Trashin' the Camp from the Tarzan cartoon ran through my head as I watched them empty the refrigerator and rubbish bin in the scientists' bungalow. They raided beehives, easily enduring thousands of stings. They rumbled with hyenas.
At one point they even burrowed into the lion enclosure and picked a fight with some lions. I've seen them take on full grown cobras, get bitten, pass out for a few minutes, and wake up a couple of minutes later to finish biting the head off the snake.
These bat-flappin' crazy animals are also known by their Afrikaans name: Ratel. Their scientific name is Mellivora capensis. They live natively in Africa, India, and Southeast Asia, mainly in dry, forested, or grassland areas. They are fantastic climbers and swimmers. They can live as long as a quarter of a century in captivity.
|Come at me, loser.|
Honey badgers stand about 9-12 inches tall at the shoulder, they're anywhere from 29 to 38 inches long with their tails being about 4 to 11 inches long. An adult male can weight from 19 to 35 pounds and a female 11 to 22. It's mostly black but has a wide gray-white stripe almost like a skunk that runs from the tip of its head to the end of its tail. It has wicked long claws great for digging or tearing things to pieces and a squat, strong body.
|Say "Baby Bees."|
You'd think that honey would be their favorite food with a name like honey badger. But what they really crave are the juicy bee larvae. They're rather like my son, though, and will eat almost anything that doesn't get away from them fast enough.
|All these pictures look so warm and fuzzy.|
These lovable fuzz balls (not) are generally nocturnal and hard to observe in their natural habitats. If they make their own burrows, they are around nine feet long and up to five feet high. They are perfectly fine with subletting from other animals, though. Who's going to tell them 'no'? You don't start a fight with a honey badger and expect to get the upper hand. With their strong skulls, loose skin, razor-sharp claws and nasty scent glands, you'd be completely insane. And shredded. If you hear their deep, ominous growl, you're in for a world of hurt.
Honey badger dads don't hang around. With a wife like that would you? In the six to eight weeks it takes her to have one or (rarely) two babies she could flay you alive for looking at her funny. By the time the little darlings are fourteen to twenty four months old they're just like their parents and ready to trundle off and bite the heads off cobras.
|Gnoshing on snake-kabob|
There are some things whacked out enough to go up against a honey badger and win: lions, leopards, and the occasional hyena can take them down, along with a man with a gun. I personally would rather watch them with a telephoto lens from the inside of a van.