That's right - it's glacier mice. One of my favorite things maybe on the entire planet. Let's talk about these freaky fuzzy little rats!!
Glacier mice are balls of moss that live in large herds like this in a few select glaciers. They are moss all the way through, with a center consisting of dead moss matter, implying that they begin as small growths of moss and simply accumulate over time, like snowballs. However, their outside surface is alive and well on all sides. Glacier mice have been observed, through tagging and tracking, to roll across the glacier like a majestic herd of wildebeest, exposing all of their sides to the sunlight. They trundle along at a pace of about 2.5 cm per day. That's 30 feet in a year! They're really schmovin'! Certainly further than most mosses can claim to travel.
What's really exciting, though, is that they all move in the same direction, and we're not sure why or how. Scientists experimented to try and attribute their coordinated behavior to wind, sunlight, and the direction that their grazing ground slopes, but to no avail. They speed up, slow down, and change direction in unison, based on some mysterious moss code that we haven't cracked yet.
Cross-section of a glacier mouse. Note the dead moss matter inside, and the short gametophytes on the outside, adapted to harsh winds and sunlight. [image credit]
We have figured out how they roll, though - while the moss ball sits on the ice, it insulates the ice directly underneath it, protecting it from melting. This forms a little pillar of ice that the moss eventually rolls off of. The insulating power of glacier mice also gives it the wonderful ability to host all kinds of microorganisms that otherwise wouldn't survive the glacier's harsh conditions, and their ability to move makes it possible for microorganisms to spread from one habitable spot to another. They're like a bunch of little tardigrade passenger ships, braving the dangerous glacier to go where no water bear has gone before!!
Glacier mice have been found to consist of several moss species, most of which must reproduce asexually in order to survive in the dry climate. They've been observed to live for at least six years, but are projected to live much, much longer. I love them. So much. I hope they know that I love them!! I LOVE THEM!!!!
A figure, sits in a chair made of wood, and it's sobbing.
You think it's you. You're pretty sure it's you.
But it's weak. It's broken, and it's covered in gasoline.
Now. Picture yourself.
Between-songs Transcript - Bogotá, Colombia (10 February 2026)
Again does anyone mind if a little white boy get a little español up in here… under the cut 🙏
FIRST SET
(Before Draag National Anthem)
[Projection Guy]: Hello my friends, and good morning. It is another beautiful day in Draag. A chance, once more, to get things right; and push beyond our best. So, rise with the sun, and take your medication. Here is your schedule for today, and we will start by observing the Draag National Anthem.
(Before Sharpest Lives)
[Gerard]: Bonjour, we are The Black Parade. Ohayo gozaimasu, we are The Black Parade. Oh…
(Before WTTBP)
[Projection Guy]: The humourous thing about learning to be what you hate, and learning to do what you fear, is that someone you’ve been your whole life doing something you’ve always been good at could feel so entirely new. That brutality, so second nature, could feel so alien, so foreign to you; it’s astounding to witness firsthand. So let’s remind you, for a moment, exactly what you are and the thing that you do best. The lesson is, a man knows how to forgive, but a leader knows how to instruct. And since, through pain we learn, let’s be student then be a teacher. Now, take your place, use your words, and produce for the crowd a respite.
(Before Cancer)
[Narrated from Charlie reading a postcard]: Hello from Gubrick. It’s really not that bad here. You don’t notice the smell after a few days. Sadly, there’s nothing I can do for you. All my love, Dad.
(During Mama interlude)
(Dagger part)
[Gerard]: Hey! You laughing already? What’s so funny?! What’s so funny?! How’s everyone doing here tonight? Way up in the pines, way up in the pines, lots of good gambling, lots of good dancing, lots of good seafood… you been to the buffet? I hear it’s okay on Wednesdays and maybe Fridays? I’m joking. It’s just jokes, it’s just jokes. So, anyway, I gotta introduce you to a good friend of ours. He decided to come out on the road with us, his name is Heinrich, and, well for some reason, he taught me the same song that my other friend taught me, and I don’t know why. But he taught it to us like it was brand new. But he did also say he liked my shoes, isn’t that right? Heinrich? Do you like ‘em? Do you want ‘em? Nobody knows Heinrich. He said…
(Introducing Sylvia)
[Gerard]: Enough music! It’s time for magic! Who loves magic?! Well, right here, make some noise, ladies and gentlemen, for this brave young lady named Sylvia! Not only are we musicians, and jokesters, we are magicians. She’s our assistant, been with us a very long time, all the way from Coca-Cola, Washington. So please make—give her a round of applause, such a good assistant! And you’re all gonna help us make her disappear! Disappear!! Are you ready?
(Outro)
[Gerard]: Yes—Yes! Yes. The answer is yes! Thank you, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor! [hysterical] Thank you so much! Thank you! Thanks! I understand. Yeah! [screams]
[during big sky]
[Projection Guy]: There is a planet, so it spins. And it’s moving so fast, it’s not worried at all. Very busy. People, people hurry. And the child, who has the chalk, and sang: let me sing. So we see them. We say, let me see who loves you. And the chalk, it moves in circles. Many circles, great big circles! Hugging arms and smiling eyes! And we tell the child, let’s subtract, and again, and, what if we subtract them all? Who is left to love you? There is only the hands that wipe the chalkboard clean.
(Before Sleep)
[Projection Guy]: And I feel, all this time you are making drawings someone else must now erase. But I’m glad that we are friends, and that now you understand—this is the worst day of your life, but the first day of yourself.
(Before Disenchanted)
[Projection Guy]: Come close, my friend. I see you. But, no, we’ve never met. They gave to me a picture, and I’ve had it quite some time. In fact, before you said a word, I’ve always heard your voice. Have you heard mine? That makes me smile. There is one last seat, and one more ticket. It’s hiding in your coat. Yes, you. You’re here. So take your seat, get comfy. Here is my hand.
(Before Famous Last Words)
[Real Boy]: A figure sits in a chair made of wood. And it’s sobbing. You think it’s you. You’re pretty sure it’s you. But it’s weak, it’s broken. And it’s covered in gasoline. Now, picture yourself, lighting a match.
SECOND SET
(Before Give ‘em Hell Kid)
[Gerard]: Colombia! Are you ready?!
(Before Not Okay)
[Gerard]: Bogotá! We’re My Chemical Romance from New Jersey! It’s very nice to finally be here! Let’s kick off the fucking summer right now!
(Before Ghost of You)
[Gerard]: Fuck yeah. Gracias, Bogotá. Gracias. So, we, uh, we were supposed to be here eighteen years ago, we didn’t get to come here, we had to fly home, there was some shit going down, and, as it does, and, um, who was supposed to be there eighteen years ago? I know— actually believe that. Actually, actually fucking believe that. Well, this show’s really special because we finally got to be here. So, gracias. Thank you very much. There’s a lot of people I wanna thank right now, there’s a very, very amazing, special, fucking kick-ass band, that agreed to come out with us on these shows, and that is The fucking Hives! We’re very, very honoured and lucky to fucking have them, so one more time, please make some noise for The Hives. [indistinct] And of course, in The Black Parade set, we’ve got our absolutely fantastic auxiliary band, that’s Clarice Jensen, who plays the cello, while we were getting out that mess and stuff, who’s an amazing artist, Kayleigh Goldsworthy, another amazing artist, and Tucker Rule, one of our oldest friends, from a band called Thursday, who also plays in a band with Frank and other amazing human beings, called L.S. Dunes. And please make some noise for Jarrod fucking Alexander and Jamie Muhoberac! Last but not least, please thank the cast from le Black Parade part of the show, and lastest, but not leastest at all, we thank the crew. So very much. They’re the first ones here, and the last ones gone, and they make it all happen, so thank you. We’re gonna play you one off Revenge, and it’s spooky, so you’re gonna wanna get your lights up. What is it, luces? Más luces? Sí! Sí! Oh, god, my mic. Swing ‘em!
(Before my way home)
[Gerard]: Gracias. There is some stuff that I thought I was gonna say, but they—but I don’t, I don’t remember—gotta think about it, maybe. Nah, I just don’t remember. I even, like, worked out a little bit of Spanish, ‘cause, I think— un poco, you know what I’m saying? But, uh, I don’t know. Can we play you a song? Can we play you a B-side off Black Parade that makes us really fucking lit? Is that what the kids say? Let’s do it. It’s called “My Way Home Is Through You”.
(Before Bury me in black)
[Gerard]: [creepy voice] Deep. Deep. Deep. [normal voice] This isn’t even really a song we released, it’s a demo. It’s like a demo.
(Before Na Na Na)
[Gerard]: There was a city… there was a city. Nobody, Frank! Nobody knows that! Welcome to the city! Is this your city? Let’s go!
(Before Prison)
[Gerard]: Gracias. Wow! Wow! Wow!
(Before Deathwish)
[Gerard]: Gracias. Frank is merciless tonight. Merciless! And I love it! No mercy! This one, this one, yeah. This one does it to me, you know what I’m sayin’?
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