I'm not sure what the functional difference between dust mites and dust motes is, but I know that a fic where the author writes: "dust motes spinning through the air like glitter," lets me imagine a lovely scene, wheareas a fic with "dust mites spinning through the air like glitter" makes me want to burn that fictional house to the ground and then take a chemical shower.
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Living in the future as we do means that when I have a stupid idea keeping me up at night, I can grab my phone from the bedside table and send myself an email about it, which is why I woke up on Monday with an email from myself entitled "Hybrid amphibians". The content of said email, in full:
"Alligurtle. Crocodortoise. Crocodurtletor. (Cock-a-doodle-doo!)"
(The last was, I believe, my suggestion for a vague pronunciation guide for "crocodurtletor," which clearly would be the offspring of a three-way cross between a crocodile, a turtle, and an alligator.) With middle of the night ideas like this one, I have no idea why I'm not a millionaire yet. (Possibly my stumbling block is that turtles are NOT ACTUALLY AMPHIBIANS.)
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In conclusion, here is a picture I took on the weekend.
It is of (very hungry) baby birds