Houston, the cookies have landed.
Don’t believe every rumor you’ve heard about insect “sexual cannibalism.”
It even has its own royal family.
A single disease could wipe out the species—or it could keep cloning itself by the hundreds.
There are currently 12 bottles of Bordeaux aging in space.
Each toilet seat had been creatively hand-decorated, painted or otherwise embellished.
A snowplow had to be called in to wrangle the renegade tumbleweeds.
To clean a skull, an army of dermestid beetles devour the soft parts of the head.
For older sunflowers, heliotropism isn’t all that.
Anyone want some space burgers?