We really own and use a heck of a lot of binder clips. That’s one of my biggest takeaways from the packing phase of our current, still-ongoing relocation. Also, I probably ought to use wingnuts as much as feasible for cobbling stuff together if there’s even a tiny chance that I’ll have to disassemble my Merzbau-style fabrications at a later date.
Category: All My Friends Are Insects
S. and I were on our way somewhere when the slow and gentle undulatory motion of a caterpillar caught my eye. We paused for a moment, I took a short bit of video of the thing zoomed-in as much as possible without reducing the bug to a blur, and then we continued on our way. […]
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, […]
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 […]
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.
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.
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 […]
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 […]