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Trouble With the Boundaries

Boundary problems, or more specifically, boundary-value problems crop up all the time in physics. They involve differential equations which means Calculus which means high school students screaming in sheer terror and weeping like babies as they run out of the building. That aside, these problems crop up in everyday situations such as:

  • Electromagnetic field analysis in antenna design, waveguide theory, electric motor modeling and trying to figure out why electricity occasionally flows into the lights in our bonus room ceiling fixture at three AM for no good reason I can think of. Except maybe ghosts.
  • Heat conduction analysis: “Honey, why is this window open when we have the AC running?”
  • Structural mechanics, including stress analysis of aircraft components, civil engineering structures and “shapewear”
  • Acoustics, in modeling sound propagation in enclosures, underwater environments and in harmonicas played at crazy-high speed such as the one in the riffs found at 2:27 to 2:46 minutes and 3:59 to 4:27 minutes (not to be specific) in the 1994 Blues Traveler song: Run-Around.
  • Fluid dynamics, in computing flow around aerodynamic surfaces and into (hopefully) the toilet bowl in the case of explosive diarrhea. I only bring this up because it’s Dave Barry’s fault: (5) Today’s Topic – Dave Barry’s Substack

But enough math. We need to get on with it and talk about other kinds of problems involving boundaries.

Here in the International Squabbling Division of the Lateral Thinking Department, things are getting interesting. As we all know, on August 27, 2026, President Trump signed an executive order changing the name of Lake Ontario to “Lake America” for U.S. federal purposes. I’m not exactly sure what those federal purposes were but one of them was probably to have the last word in the somewhat bitter verbal tariff skirmish between Trump and Ontario Premier Doug Ford.

Trump called Ford a loser and said he (Ford) is “… better known as the less charismatic, less intelligent, and overall unimpressive brother of the late, great, Rob Ford.” Ford countered with this somewhat mystifying rejoinder: “President Trump would steal your lunch money on the first day. He’d steal the toque off your head the second day, and the third day, he’d steal your running shoes.”

That reminds me of this saying: “Walk a mile in another man’s shoes. You’ll be a mile away. And you’ll have his shoes: and also, possibly his toque.”

Anyway, clearly, we’re heading into a boundary problem because the Lake Formerly Known Only As Ontario is shared with the province of Ontario and also New York State. That watery boundary is about 165 miles long and is only marked by a couple of buoys and gulls.

Maybe the U.S. and Canada can work together to string a rope with floats on it across the lake (similar to the lane lines in a swimming pool) provided Trump gives Ford’s toque back first. Ford could erect floating signs like the following along the floating boundary line:

Sign floating in the lake formerly known as Lake Ontario

There are more things I need to get off my chest but I feel like they are best dealt with in the time-honored Q and A format, which allows me to bring almost anything into the conversation, including non sequiturs.

Q: Speaking of boundaries, do sharks respect boundaries? Are there sharks in any of the Great Lakes? I heard that there are sharks in Lake Michigan.

A: There are no sharks in Lake Michigan. Or in any of the other Great Lakes including the Lake Formerly Known Only As Ontario.

Q: Prove it.

A: OK: See this: Have there been shark sightings in the Great Lakes? – The Institute for Environmental Research and Education

Q: I hate sharks. I’m still undergoing intensive psychotherapy since I saw the Jaws movie in 1975.

A: Almost everybody was traumatized by Jaws. That doesn’t stop people from shorecasting next to the people who are swimming in the ocean.

Q: What about rivers?

A: What about them?

Q: Do sharks live in any rivers including the St. Lawrence Seaway (which, by the way, is on the Canada-U.S. border)? Please say no.

A: The sharks don’t know how to work the locks in the Seaway. So that’s a No. Nevertheless, several freshwater rivers are known to be inhabited by sharks, particularly the bull shark. Examples include:

  • Amazon River: Home to bull sharks that can swim thousands of kilometers inland.
  • Mississippi River: At least one bull shark has been captured as far upriver as Alton, Illinois, 2800 kilometers from the Gulf of Mexico. Bull shark: “I thought Mom told me to turn left at the Mississippi River, not right,”
  • Ganges River: This river is also known to harbor bull sharks.
  • Brisbane River: Australia’s Brisbane River is a well-known habitat for bull sharks. And probably Saltwater Crocodiles which make bull sharks look like tadpoles.
  • Lake Nicaragua: see Ganges River

Q: Sigh. I knew it! What’s up with these bull sharks?

A: Bull sharks can tolerate semi-salty (brackish) water at the estuaries where fresh water flows into the oceans. For example, The movie Jaws was based on a bull shark attack in Matawan Creek, New Jersey. And just so you know, bull sharks can exert a bite force of 1300 pounds per square inch.

Q. Stop talking about Jaws and jaws.

A. That wasn’t really a statement or a question. It was basically a command.

Q: Sorry. I recently stumbled across a website entitled 20 Fun Facts about Bull Sharks. How can there be anything fun about man-eating sharks?

A: Good question. There is nothing remotely fun about bull sharks. The person who made that list must be certifiably insane.

Q: One of the 20 “fun” facts is this: “Bull sharks won’t hesitate to throw a surprise party for unsuspecting pets taking a dip. There have been documented cases of these sharks going after dogs and horses.” So my question is: Why aren’t they called Horse Sharks?

A: You’re overthinking the problem.

Q: You mentioned that Bull sharks like estuaries. So. I’m guessing it’s not a great idea to go swimming in the Everglades because they are basically loaded with estuaries which feature Bull sharks. What do you think?

A: I think you too, might be certifiably insane. No one in their right mind would even think of swimming there. And bull sharks are the least of your worries. You need to worry about the several hundred thousand Burmese Pythons now inhabiting the ‘Glades.

Don’t ask

Q: Speaking of the Everglades, could Flipper have beaten a Bull shark in a fight?

A: Mano a mano? No. Flipper plus a few of his dolphin buddies? Possibly. A dolphin pod could probably kick that bull shark’s cloaca and drive it away. Never to return.

Q: Coud a dolphin kill a python?

A: Probably not.

Q: What about Honey Badgers? Could a Honey Badger kill a python?

A: Yes.

Honey badger with a dead python in its mouth

Now go away and stop bothering me. Stay in your lane but just remember: keep an eye on your running shoes, your lunch money and your toque.

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Exploding Pythons and Other Stories

I don’t know about you but I feel like 2022 flew by like a video of a chinchilla taking a dust bath, played at 2X speed. And since you brought it up, here’s actual footage of a chinchilla taking a dust bath. You can play it at 2X or not. It starts slowly, then builds into a frenzy of activity, just like 2022! At least that’s my perspective.

This past Christmas was especially hectic, what with Nor’easters, Alberta Clippers and Polar Vortices wandering around and disrupting travel plans with reckless abandon. We had to rejig our travel plans at the last minute to avoid spending Christmas in the Toronto airport. I felt like a hatchling marine iguana fleeing for its life with a pack of ravenous snakes in hot pursuit: or maybe cold pursuit, since snakes are cold-blooded.

In fact, I wrote about an actual hatchling iguana caught on camera fleeing for its life from a pack of ravenous snakes in a previous post saying the following: “That clip is the best thing I have ever seen.  Seriously.  Even better than that picture in which two guys are dueling with van de Graaf generator-based weaponry.  You will be on your feet cheering your heart out for that iguana.”

Immediately after I embedded that clip (below) in this post I watched it again and sure enough, there I was, up on my feet, cheering my heart out for that feisty little bugger. If Tom Cruise and Gal Gadot (aka Wonder Woman) got together and somehow produced an iguana baby instead of a human baby, that hypothetical love child iguana’s butt would totally be kicked by the Planet Earth II iguana featured below. Trust me on this.

I know, I should get on with the python stuff but I also want to say that if Planet Earth II iguana had a Mom like the one in this next clip, the snakes would be a non-issue. Especially if they in any way resembled elongated, streamlined raccoons. The Mom in question, who I’m almost positive works part time as a baggage handler for (insert the name of any major airline here), starts her day by rushing out the front door when she hears her daughter Reilly screaming whilst waiting outside for the bus.

Mom finds a plus-sized raccoon clinging to Reilly’s leg and promptly disengages it while Reilly attempts a fairly complicated horizontal gymnastic manoeuvre against Mom’s hip. Mom calls for help, shouting something about rabies and shoos Reilly back inside after detaching her daughter from her hip with one arm whilst the raccoon clings tenciously to her other arm. After giving the raccoon, still clinging tenaciously to her arm, a practice swing, Mom yeets it a good 20 feet or so into the front yard. It’s awesome. Unharmed and possibly feeling a little sheepish, the raccoon gets up and waddles away nonchalantly. You actually wind up feeling a bit sorry for it. Reilly and Mom got away with a couple of scratches and a brace of rabies shots.

OK, now I REALLY need to get on with the python stuff.

Late in 2022, somebody in the know told me about a Burmese Python in Florida that died after eating a 5-foot alligator. I got the lowdown from the WSAZ News Channel site. Motto: We need better news correspondents. Or maybe just better proofreading.

Here’s a photo of the victim, freshly excavated from an 18-foot python:

According to Jeanne Moos, CNN National news correspondent: “The state of Florida encourages people to kill Burmese pythons because they eat so many other species and produce rapidly.”

OVERTHINKING ALERT!

They” can be a dangerous word, sometimes leading to needless confusion. You’ll notice that I struggled a bit with the use of “her” in the description of the raccoon battle although I think I managed to avoid needless confusion.

Anyway, my first question is: Who’s doing the eating: the people or the pythons? My other question is, (assuming that they refers to the pythons) is: What do they produce?

Methane?

Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes)?

Herpetophobia (fear of reptiles in general)?

Vorarephobia (fear of being eaten alive/swallowed whole)?

I feel like a pretty good case could be made for any or all of the above phobias. And possibly the methane.

Interestingly, Rosie Moore, one of the scientists who necropsied the python, has also made a name for herself as a successful free-diving bikini model. I am not making this up. The footage Ms. Moore posted on Instagram pertaining to the necropsy rapidly went viral. For some reason.

Turns out that alligator-snacking pythons are old news. I got to poking around and located another article detailing the October 2005 discovery, made by South Florida Natural Resources Center researchers, of a dead, headless python sporting a mostly-intact alligator protruding out of a hole in its midsection. The headline on the Mongabay blog post was “Python explodes after swallowing 6-foot alligator in Florida Everglades”.

I swear on an Exploding Kittens card game that I am not making any of this up.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Tail of alligator protruding from midsection of headless python

There are various competing theories about what happened:

(a) The python successfully engulfed and suffocated the alligator but eventually exploded due to intestinal gas buildup.

(b) The alligator was engulfed but somehow remained alive and fought part way out of the python before expiring.

(c) The python successfully engulfed the alligator but a second alligator came along, ate the head of the python in retribution but was unable to free the imprisoned alligator.

Those are pretty improbable theories if you ask me because (a) and (b) don’t account for the missing head and in (c) we don’t know if the snacked-upon reptile was still alive or “just resting” as the saying goes. Why would the second alligator attempt to rescue a dead alligator? Admittedly, I might be overthinking this.

My theory, shamelessly modified from a theory posited by the person who told me about all this python-alligator stuff in the first place, is that the alligator in question may have contained the long-sought-after carcass of disappeared notorious former Teamster’s Union President and convicted felon, Jimmy Hoffa. Before his demise, and in an eerie twist of fate, Hoffa could have accidentally ingested a set of nesting Matryoshka dolls bearing the likenesses of, in no particular order, various ruthless political leaders such as Nancy Pelosi, Genghis Khan, Erik the Red, and Margaret Thatcher. The innermost doll probably contained a grenade which was eventually detonated by powerful pythonic contractions.

Maybe that’s not such a great theory but “The Pythonic Contractions” might seem like a pretty great name for a band. Or at least an OK name. If you happen to be somebody who was fifteen years old in the early 70’s.

Just saying.