Thursday, July 11, 2002

Apparently, this is Blog Your Bugs Day. And it's all his fault for starting it.

After reading Steve's post about nude chemical warfare with the dreaded Mosquito Hawk, I did a little googling to find out what the heck a Mosquito Hawk is. Given the choice between these results:

1. A 32 lb.motorized Go-Ped scooter ($549).
2. A 410 lb. Subaru-engine 82 HP gyrocopter ($6500 -- some assembly required).
3. A design firm in Roanoke (physical specifications not available).

... I wasn't feeling the love. So, with a bit more research, aha! I discovered that what we had here was a snake doctor. A dragonfly. Those little guys that they teach you to identify in Girl Scouts because their presence around a creek usually indicates that the water therein is potable (but you have to boil it anyway because it's had BUGS flying around it).

Learn something new every day.

On the way out to lunch today I noticed this funky winged creature clinging to the antenna of my merry Oldsmobile. Kind of a cross between a cicada and a wasp. I expected him/her/it to be blown off the antenna by the force of the wind once I started driving, but no. He hung on there and surfed all the way to the Quizno's sub shop wherein I purchased lunch for myself, my mother, and her coworkers at the jewelry counter. Returned to the car. Bug was still there. Tenacious little mucker. On to the jewelry store, during which journey the tenacity of the aforementioned funky thing was eclipsed by the discovery (because it fell off onto my foot) of a small mud dauber nest under my dashboard. Which brings us to a tangent.

About ten years ago my Dad built this cute little Christmas tree/pyramid thing out of children's wooden toy blocks and mounted it on a velvet-covered base. Each year my Mom has added a small ornament to it -- little Hallmark charms, bells, stars, things like that, and positions it on the kitchen table as a centerpiece. It's really quite cute.

Christmas coming just once a year and all, the building block tree spends most of its year in a cardboard box up amongst the rafters of my parents' garage. This past holiday season, Mom took down the box and opened it... and there were two beautiful mud dauber nests inside the box. One, a ten-hole unit, about the size and shape of a harmonica, was glued to the inside of the box. Another, a tiny one-room effeciency model about the size of a grape, was attached to one of the building blocks. We were all so impressed with the workmanship of the things that we had a potter friend fire them in her kiln, and now, they're official Lizano Family Christmas Decorations. The little nest sits once again on the building block where we found it.

At the store, I presented my mother with her lunch, and with today's find wrapped up in a tissue. She was pleased.

We really aren't strange people, really, we aren't.

Now this guy has had a run-in with a representative of the local arachnid community.

Can you believe that there's a blog about cicadas?

I'm gonna go work for a while now.