somebody come talk to a lonely Fen?
Portuguese designer Susana Soares has developed a device for detecting cancer and other serious diseases using trained bees. The bees are placed in a glass chamber into which the patient exhales; the bees fly into a smaller secondary chamber if they detect cancer.
Scientists have found that honey bees - Apis mellifera - have an extraordinary sense of smell that is more acute than that of a sniffer dog and can detect airborne molecules in the parts-per-trillion range.
Bees can be trained to detect specific chemical odours, including the biomarkers associated with diseases such as tuberculosis, lung, skin and pancreatic cancer.
how does one train a bee
"The bees can be trained within 10 minutes," explains Soares. "Training simply consists of exposing the bees to a specific odour and then feeding them with a solution of water and sugar, therefore they associate that odour with a food reward."
Once trained, the bees will remember the odour for their entire lives, provided they are always rewarded with sugar. Bees live for six weeks on average.
This gif is actually really upsetting… that poor bird’s wings are clipped WAY too far.
A bird with properly clipped wings doesn’t fall like a rock. it’s unable to gain height, but it can still flutter down for a safe landing. This is essential, because a fall could easily spell death for such a small animal.
The other thing that worries me is the fact that he doesn’t show any concern for the bird whatsoever… he just acts like it’s an annoyance. :(
When I thought the song of my url couldn’t be more perfect, this version appears…
Fighting Fish — Dessa
I didn’t come to wave or take pictures
pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
Won’t extend my wings to be clipped
I know the culture here is to stay humble but, shit
if we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped
if none of us go for the bell, then who is?
My mother says I’ve loved too many men
but I took and left something in every single bed
The rook can look left, right—just turns his head
but the knight might rise up, investigate the grid
Gender, genre, guess I’m on one, bent both
Just the constructs of the old word gone broke
Women, children, let me tell you
I’ve been both
and it’s a myth— we all swim for the life boats
I didn’t come looking for love, I didn’t come to pick a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can grab an axe, man, or you can step aside