In the first video on evolution, I gave the example of the peppered moth during the Industrial Revolution in

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let me draw a few peppered moths.

I believe they are called the peppered moth, and this was in pre industrial revolution England, that these moths, that some of the moths were let me see if I can draw a moth to give you the idea, you know, let me draw a couple of them,

Is it a butterfly or a moth?

You had a lot of variation in your peppered moth population and what happened was that when everything turned darker and darker, these dudes right here, and dudettes, had a lot less success in reproducing.

So, most peppered moths there was just this variation, some of them were I guess we could call them more peppered than others.

These guys just reproduced more and more and more and these guys got eaten up before they were able to reproduce or may while they were reproducing so that they couldn't produce as many offspring and then this trait became dominant. and then the peppered moth became you can kind of view it as a black moth.

And in fact, this technology has gotten so developed that this creature this is a moth this is the moth in its pupa stage, and that's when they put the wires in and they put in the computer technology, so that when the moth actually emerges as a moth, it is already prewired.

A couple of peppered moths there. Let me draw one more.

The plant gets something, and the hawk moth spreads the pollen somewhere else.

So we bred flies whose brains were more or less randomly peppered with cells that were light addressable.

Sometimes that symbiosis has led to wonderful adaptations the hummingbird hawk moth is beautiful in its adaptation.

He was drawn to the flames, he chased the flames, he was like a moth to the flames.

The moth got carbonized and then caused a short circuit in the machine, which caused the machine to break.

This is a song about a creature called a hummingbird moth which imitates another creature which imitates yet another creature.

There's a story of a Harvard Mark II machine in which on September 9, 1947, a moth got stuck in the relay.

Technicians retrieved the moth from the relay and this was then recorded as the first bug actually being found in a computer.

And I ended up like going down the spices, and finally, it was like, OK, salt and pepper, thinking he's salted and peppered his liver.

And this bone is peppered, as you can see, with the light shining through the skull with cavities, the sinuses, which warm and moisten the air we breathe.

Provide for yourselves purses that don't wear out and save your riches in heaven, where they will never decrease, because no thief can steal them, and no moth can destroy them.

She is credited with finding the first computer bug, a moth that had worked its way into the machinery and removing it and recording it or what not and thus repairing the problem.

Now if he had repeated the question in its entirety, or if he had peppered his account with a little too much detail and we're all really glad he didn't do that he would have further discredited himself.

From everything from a weird hotel lobby, to Saran wrap placed over your window, to this moment where I had my road in front of my house paved dark black, and this white moth was sitting there dying in the sun.

So I just wanted to explain that, because this is often used as, sure, I can believe the butterfly moth or I can even maybe believe the examples of the antibiotics and the bacteria or the flu, because those are kind of real time examples.

I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us?

But then once everything became soot filled, all of a sudden, the dark moths were less likely to be caught by predators and so all of the white moths were less likely to be able to reproduce successfully, so the black moth trait, or that variant, dominated.

And as for going as cook, though I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship board yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will.