Last week we went apple picking in a nearby orchard. Whenever I go to these local orchards I feel as if I am ripping off the owners. Not only do we get boat loads of apples for practically nothing, not to mention the nine apples that were eaten while the three of us picked, we also get an eensy bit of protein tossed in for free.
Here's hoping Poopsie #1 checked this one for squiggles before using her mouth as an extra hand.
Easily the prettiest bug to visit these parts in a while, meet the rosy maple moth (dryocampa rubicunda). I'm just going to say this specimen is a female because I'm tired of the males in the animal kingdom getting all the good looks. Plus, I read that the females have bushier antennae than the males and these antennae look rather bushy to me. So there! I am now finished with my diva rant on behalf of plain-lookin' females everywhere.
I know how to find them. I am referring, of course, to this tomato hornworm
and not the guy behind it because he’s my brother and calling him a hunk would
be gross. But really, everywhere I go I find the biggest, juiciest and most
bizarre bugs. Spotting them is kinda like my secret super power. I realized
over this past summer that I could be content if my only job was to travel the
world and take pictures of insects. If that were my actual job, I would
certainly post more blog entries. I think I have a year or more worth of bug
pics to share.
When I first saw the tomato hornworm munching on my parent’s garden I thought
it would most definitely metamorphosis into the most incredible moth. Unfortunately, no. The moth is quite plain and the grub is loathed by tomato
growers everywhere. I’ll always have a place in my heart for you, you giant