They want cats to eat ze bugz too, it seems.

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All My Friends Are Insects HerpDerp Is that the way it is? The Diary of Lupin Pooter
S. and I stopped in a local pet supplies store this afternoon and some peculiar flavors of canned cat fodder caught my eye. Sandwiched in between some of the traditional fish-and-fowl-based products were rows of unusual combos, proudly labeled as having been made in Taiwan: CRICKET & CHICKEN, RAT MEAT & CHICKEN, MEALWORM & CHICKEN, […]

Look closer

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All My Friends Are Insects Spitting Images The Diary of Lupin Pooter To see a world in a grain of sand
See anything interesting in this photo? Neither of us did at first, either, when we were having a gander at the original scene a few months back, but I paused our walk for a moment, to her minor exasperation, to give the spot a quick once-over. Here’s a closeup. That vase-like object is a potter […]

Wasp moths in love [Photo]

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All My Friends Are Insects We'll go much more a roving
Two mating wasp moths. More (and, speaking candidly, better-quality) photos of the beasties, from other nature lovers, in a ten-plus-year-old thread at HKWildlife.Net: Erebidae, Arctiinae, Syntomini – Syntomoides imaon.

Behold! The beekeeper’s secret lair! [Photo]

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The hives of our friendly neighborhood beekeeper, whom we’ve never seen or heard tell of until stumbling onto his hives during a brief ramble around our hood.

Side-eyed by a praying mantis and I feel fine!

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All My Friends Are Insects Spitting Images The Diary of Lupin Pooter
Tonight, on my way to the supermarket to replenish our household’s egg and milk stores, I noticed a large praying mantis on the sidewalk. Fortunately, I was en route to rather than returning home from the grocery store, so I could pause and observe this individual of what I believe to be the species Hierodula […]

Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero

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Little Fly Thy summer’s play, My thoughtless hand Has brush’d away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing; Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath; And the want Of thought is […]

If only we could all, like the cicada, draw our sustenance from the dew

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