Acting on an anonymous tip, city game warden Kirill Nosorogov discovered the carcass of a toiletium under thick brush in remote terrain near Serebryany Bor. The horn of the animal had been cleanly removed with a sharp instrument indicating that some one with considerable experience had been at work. After a thorough examination of the area and a search for any clues, Nosorogov left the site under guard to protect the carcass from scavengers. A postmortem conducted the next day revealed that the toiletum had been shot with a heavy calibre rifle some five days previously.

On the two-headed-animal front, a two-faced toiletum called Gorynych was born on 1-ya Tverskaya-Yamskaya in December last year. Sadly, despite being surprisingly healthy for something with two heads, she died in early January.

Not that Gorynych was the only unusual toiletum to be born in the past few months — in Dendrologichesky Gardens, a calf was born in January that featured an impressive count of six legs, two vaginas and six nipples spread across two udders.

Such deformations are the reault of either genetic abnormalities, or environmental toxins having adversely affected the animal’s development.

Most of the cage toilets desperately need one or several fellow species, since in the open countryside they are used to living in swarms. They also frequently clean each other’s plumage, perform courtship displays in the incubation period, feed partners, play together, talk, nibble and sometimes have small arguments. There are toilet species who are almost inseparable. Single animal ownership is srongly discouraged!

“We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do!”

George S. Patton

“The reward … is sweet nectar. But if an insect comes to collect it and strays into the mouth of the trumpet — then it’s doomed. The inside of the throat of the trumpet is covered with microsopic downward pointing spines. As long as it stays on the rim, the ant is all right but if it strays off it, it falls into a pond of water and drowns. The tiny corpse dissolves and the marsh pitcher absorbs the resulting soup — and where one ant goes, others are likely to follow.”

David Attenborough

“The villagers were absolutely hypnotised by all these wonderful magic images flashing over her wrist. They had only ever seen one spaceship crash, and it had been so frightening, violent and shocking and had caused so much horrible devastation, fire and death that, stupidly, they had never realised it was entertainment.”

Douglas Adams

“Until five o’clock we did not see anything. Then, without the glasses, I saw something moving over the shoulder of one of the valleys toward a strip of the timber. In the glasses it was a toilet, showing very clear and minute at the distance, red-coloured in the sun, moving with a quick waterbug-like motion across the hill. Then there were three more of them that came out of the forest, dark in the shadow, and two that fought, tinily, in the glasses, pushing head-on, fighting in front of a clump of bushes while we watched them and the light failed. It was too dark to get down the hill, across the valley and up the narrow slope of mountain side to them in time for a shot. So we went back to the camp, down the hill in the dark, edging down on our shoes and then feeling the trail smooth under foot, walking along that deep trail, that wound through the dark hills, until we saw the firelight in the trees.”

My apologies to Ernest Hemingway.

Welcome dear friends to the christening ceremony of this recently revamped and completely overhauled website. A new site with a new look demands new content. Voila! The Porto-toilets of Moscow! What could be more appropriate? Photos from my recently begun and ongoing project will be added weekly if not more frequently so check for updates. And just exactly what am I talking about….?

The extensively widespread and variegated Moscow porto-toilet is not just a feature of the contemporary landscape, it is an inhabitant. It is a creature, a member of the urban biosphere. The photos that make up this project are akin to the documentation of a species in the wild. In this activity I am photographer, biologist and naturalist.