JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
My uncle was a professional field agronomist (read: entomologist for farmers) who gave me a couple of rad folding magnifying glasses when I was a kid to help with my bug collecting. I now have one in my desk drawer at work because it turns out that being able to tell bedbugs from very small German cockroaches has a real impact on my work at the library, because both of them love to live in the spines of hardback books, but only one of them requires us to bake furniture in a giant oven! It looks like this, and is super suave:
Anyway, I mostly posted this story to destroy the last excuse @Hobnail had for not telling his awful ant story. I'm super psyched about my next infested book, though.
Well a couple summers back I endeavoured to make a garden worth a damn and really got rooting around, dirt and sweat and grime all over, so I went inside to refresh myself with water and while doing so I encountered a pointed itching in my nethers. These things happen and I adjusted myself accordingly but the itching did not diminish, indeed quite the opposite, to the point I felt compelled to go into the bathroom and put eyes on the problem, the problem revealing itself to be a wee intrepid black ant that had crawled up my leg and somehow become embroiled within my foreskin and was frantically battling to avoid being drawn into my urethra, biting and/or deploying formic acid in this effort
It is to my lasting shame that in the gasping horror of the moment I destroyed the ant rather than return it to the garden
Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
And like the stirring of larvae, the bug thread once again emerges as winter yields to spring
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Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
This is a poisonous Milkweed Locust, which I found sitting on a poisonous Impala Lily. His wings are up because he's mad that I picked him up. But jokes on him because that just made me hold him longer to get this photo. Dumb locust.
This is a poisonous Milkweed Locust, which I found sitting on a poisonous Impala Lily. His wings are up because he's mad that I picked him up. But jokes on him because that just made me hold him longer to get this photo. Dumb locust.
I notice there's a lot of the word "poisonous" in you post.
You do you, of course, but have you considered moving to a place slightly less toxic?
This is a poisonous Milkweed Locust, which I found sitting on a poisonous Impala Lily. His wings are up because he's mad that I picked him up. But jokes on him because that just made me hold him longer to get this photo. Dumb locust.
I notice there's a lot of the word "poisonous" in you post.
You do you, of course, but have you considered moving to a place slightly less toxic?
Don't worry, that's just a misnomer.
It's actually highly toxic!
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valhalla13013 Dark Shield Perceives the GodsRegistered Userregular
This is a poisonous Milkweed Locust, which I found sitting on a poisonous Impala Lily. His wings are up because he's mad that I picked him up. But jokes on him because that just made me hold him longer to get this photo. Dumb locust.
I have always respected those of you who can touch things like this with your bare hands. It proves my phobias are just that, and not real. I still can't do it though.
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JedocIn the scupperswith the staggers and jagsRegistered Userregular
Opened my outdoor utility closet to see what kind of stuff I had to pack up out there, and encountered this lovely lady (spoiled for large close-up photos of a spider)
Just making sure you read the bit about the spider.
Pretty! Even better, that's one less moving chore, because everything in that closet belongs to the spider now.
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
I don't mind most spiders, but I will go out of my way to murder every widow I see.
My dad grabbed his garbage can to haul to the curb one monday am and felt something sharp on his finger on the underside of the garbage handle. Thought it was a fiberlgass splinter. It was not, and he lost the finger.
Guess who wears gloves when he hauls out the trash now?
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Andy JoeWe claim the land for the highlord!The AdirondacksRegistered Userregular
It's apparently moth season around here too, good thing it's not too hot yet and I can keep the windows closed in the evening. Also tick and mosquito season it feels like.
I don't mind most spiders, but I will go out of my way to murder every widow I see.
My dad grabbed his garbage can to haul to the curb one monday am and felt something sharp on his finger on the underside of the garbage handle. Thought it was a fiberlgass splinter. It was not, and he lost the finger.
Guess who wears gloves when he hauls out the trash now?
That is an unusually severe reaction to a bite. Did he not get it checked out when the wound flared up? Usually that kind of necrosis takes weeks to develop.
I don't mind most spiders, but I will go out of my way to murder every widow I see.
My dad grabbed his garbage can to haul to the curb one monday am and felt something sharp on his finger on the underside of the garbage handle. Thought it was a fiberlgass splinter. It was not, and he lost the finger.
Guess who wears gloves when he hauls out the trash now?
That is an unusually severe reaction to a bite. Did he not get it checked out when the wound flared up? Usually that kind of necrosis takes weeks to develop.
Take the biggest idiot you know and double his stupidity and replace it with the person overcompensating for their stupidity by "being tough". That's my dad.
Also it's possible it was a recluse but they are very rare down here, so I always assumed it was a widow.
big moths are pretty but small ones are annoying and some of them put their babies on your nice clothes and rugs so they can eat holes in them like jerks
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
Is there a bug spotting tracker like eBird? An eBug perhaps?
I ask because I can confidently say that I have spotted 51 species of birds this spring thanks to eBird, but I cannot say how many bugs. I have lucked across a couple of swallowtails, several wasps, and I live in Utah so roughly a million box elder bugs. We are also prone to a particularly lovely large fuzzy snow white moth whose name escapes me at the moment.
Is there a bug spotting tracker like eBird? An eBug perhaps?
I ask because I can confidently say that I have spotted 51 species of birds this spring thanks to eBird, but I cannot say how many bugs. I have lucked across a couple of swallowtails, several wasps, and I live in Utah so roughly a million box elder bugs. We are also prone to a particularly lovely large fuzzy snow white moth whose name escapes me at the moment.
She goes by Snow Mothra.
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Andy JoeWe claim the land for the highlord!The AdirondacksRegistered Userregular
BugBoyboy.EXE has stopped functioning.only bugs remainRegistered Userregular
Shockingly enough, the BugBoy has never been stung by a wasp-until tonight
Poor baby got her stinger stuck in my skin but tried to fly away anyway. Was kind of cute. Anyway, I detached her and she’s fine, as am I. Kinda smarts, but not as painful as I always thought it would be.
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Anyway, I mostly posted this story to destroy the last excuse @Hobnail had for not telling his awful ant story. I'm super psyched about my next infested book, though.
Well a couple summers back I endeavoured to make a garden worth a damn and really got rooting around, dirt and sweat and grime all over, so I went inside to refresh myself with water and while doing so I encountered a pointed itching in my nethers. These things happen and I adjusted myself accordingly but the itching did not diminish, indeed quite the opposite, to the point I felt compelled to go into the bathroom and put eyes on the problem, the problem revealing itself to be a wee intrepid black ant that had crawled up my leg and somehow become embroiled within my foreskin and was frantically battling to avoid being drawn into my urethra, biting and/or deploying formic acid in this effort
It is to my lasting shame that in the gasping horror of the moment I destroyed the ant rather than return it to the garden
But I won't.
Speaking of, happy belated five year anniversary, bug thread folks!
Let’s keep it going for another 8 so I can make a gag about cicadas
e: Man I wish I could watch it until the end.
This is a poisonous Milkweed Locust, which I found sitting on a poisonous Impala Lily. His wings are up because he's mad that I picked him up. But jokes on him because that just made me hold him longer to get this photo. Dumb locust.
I wanna meet him
I notice there's a lot of the word "poisonous" in you post.
You do you, of course, but have you considered moving to a place slightly less toxic?
Don't worry, that's just a misnomer.
It's actually highly toxic!
I have always respected those of you who can touch things like this with your bare hands. It proves my phobias are just that, and not real. I still can't do it though.
My dad grabbed his garbage can to haul to the curb one monday am and felt something sharp on his finger on the underside of the garbage handle. Thought it was a fiberlgass splinter. It was not, and he lost the finger.
Guess who wears gloves when he hauls out the trash now?
Saving this quote out of context to use for character-assassination should you ever seek political office.
Well, yeah, when you see a black widow spider operating an M2 Browning in a defensible position, you kind of have to go out of your way.
They're beautiful night time butterflies!
Some moths are.
I was assuming that the moth season in question are miller moths.
Which are horribly obnoxious flying dust balls that get everywhere.
That is an unusually severe reaction to a bite. Did he not get it checked out when the wound flared up? Usually that kind of necrosis takes weeks to develop.
Take the biggest idiot you know and double his stupidity and replace it with the person overcompensating for their stupidity by "being tough". That's my dad.
Also it's possible it was a recluse but they are very rare down here, so I always assumed it was a widow.
And excrete a foul reddish-brown liquid that stains everything
I thought it was hilarious.
I ask because I can confidently say that I have spotted 51 species of birds this spring thanks to eBird, but I cannot say how many bugs. I have lucked across a couple of swallowtails, several wasps, and I live in Utah so roughly a million box elder bugs. We are also prone to a particularly lovely large fuzzy snow white moth whose name escapes me at the moment.
She goes by Snow Mothra.
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Poor baby got her stinger stuck in my skin but tried to fly away anyway. Was kind of cute. Anyway, I detached her and she’s fine, as am I. Kinda smarts, but not as painful as I always thought it would be.
So, self inflicted wasp sting?