Stop the presses! Instinct? You’re telling me that the explanation for this behavior is the same explanation I’ve always heard for this behavior? Get along with your bad self now.
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I knew this about dogs! If you walk in fields of long grass, you will sometimes find beds of grass flattened down by deer or other animals.
I am super curious what the mechanic is for creating an instinct. It must be hard wired into DNA? What are the limits for that?
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Now how do I find out why I walk in circles before I go to sleep?
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Dogs are easily the best animal.
Cows taste better though.
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Trying not to be snotty about this: Cats have always had a work role in relation to humans: Vermin control. This is not ancient or obscure; ask anyone who grew up on a farm.
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Cheetahs, servals – to name two. IIRC quite a few others.
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Perhaps one of your legs is already asleep.
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If you’re like me, you’re trying to figure out where you put your glass of scotch.
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A better question would be “why the hell don’t humans walk in circles before they sleep?”
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I can’t help but notice that Skittles doesn’t appear to be searching for bombs. In fact he appears to be doing whatever the fuck he likes.
Like all the other cats.
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I’m curious about that two. I’ve had two occurrences of reaction’s quite different to my normal reactions that I can only put down to instinct (or maybe race memory if that’s a real thing).
One day, riding my motorcycle through Dublin I came across a vintage lorry full of Black and Tans. Before my fore-brain had time to parse this anachronism, my dinosaur brain went RAGE! I was in the process of crash-landing the bike and looking for a weapon when my fore-brain caught up. It turned out to be a location for the movie Michael Collins. It was a weird feeling. By nature I’m calm and logical and have no temper to speak of.
The other time I was riding my motorcycle through the Moroccan Sahara when out of the corner of my eye I caught the weird moving not moving motion of a snake. My dinosaur brain went EAT SNAKE!! DELICIOUS SALTY BLOOD!!
This time, by the time my fore-brain caught up I had crash-landed the bike and was pursuing the poor creature on foot and gaining on it. Fortunately it… eh… legged it down a hole.
It should be noted that I’m Irish and we don’t have snakes here and I don’t know thing one about them. I’m not afraid of them the way I am of spiders, but as for identifying the type of snake and whether or not it’s venomous - not a clue. But man, I wanted to eat that thing raw!
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