Know what? You’re a crybaby. Cry, little crybaby. “The Profiles of Nature just won’t stop! Waah! Waah!” Little crybaby…
This week we have Bimasha, the last photo of her on stage before she stepped off the edge and fell into the orchestra pit, breaking three different legs (and a pedipalp) and getting billed for the damage to the woodwinds section. The lesson is, stay
This week we shout out, “Hi!” from a safe distance to Gwendolyn – not because of any fear on her part or ours, but because she has wicked hay fever and this is as close as she’s coming to the outside air during this time of year you’d be the same way if a single pollen grain was damn near the size of your nostril. Gwendolyn is a bikini
Normally, when you see those words, it means some techie details about software issues that are being corrected, but here, it’s nowhere near that exciting. Instead, we’re going to talk about breaking news on the arthropod front – cue triumphant newsreel music.
Just after sunrise the other morning, I was examining several of the plants in the yard and noticed that
Is there a blog in existence that hasn’t gotten off at least one Monty Python reference? It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?
We’re still dealing with the lingering effects of the cold spell, meaning it gets chilly at night and well into the morning, so I haven’t expected much to be happening on the arthropod front and haven’t really been looking. Today, however, while
Just a handful of recent images, some from before the trip, some from after – no real theme or coherence here, sorry. Above, a newly-emerged adult decim periodical cicada (Magicicada septendecim) poses on a leaf of The Girlfriend’s badly-damaged rose bush before heading out into the big bright
The past few days have been overcast and either rainy or misty, so photo opportunities were a little limited, but the azaleas are in full bloom so they’re providing much better settings for the mantis images now. I remain unsure how old the mantises were when I found them – I’m guessing at least a few days, since their eyes had changed from the dark ones I’ve