On Charlie Rose the other night I learned a bit about the sea squirt. A panel of experts was discussing the fundamental link between the brain and locomotion, and one professor adduced the squirt as evidence of this. Apparently, during their larval stage, the little guys have little brains and swim around, but eventually, when it is time to grow up, they find a good rock to attach themselves to, and proceed to digest their own brains as they won't be of any use to the mature, unmoving sea squirt.It's been over a year now since I moved back in with my mother, and I'm starting to feel like a sea squirt myself. Digesting your own brain isn't as pleasant as it sounds.
(Well, it has its points.)
[Making concessions to the sludge.]
