Category Archives: Insects

Having Friends Over for Dinner

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Having Friends Over for Dinner

I very nearly missed out on her graceful zigzag gig
beneath my bougainvillea, suspended from a twig.

Behold the nimble spider, spinning out her floss
determined that no insect will turn out to be her loss.

See her web’s tenacity, holding fast her prey—

those delicious visitors who rarely get away.

She sucks out their elixirs with minimal delay,

having guests for dinner every single day.

 

Prompt words today are web, tenacity, nearly, nimble and delicious.

Moving House

Moving House.

Did you notice that ring on the top of the storage space to the right of my poinsettia photos?  If so, you might have been curious about what it was.  Not just a ring of dirt from where I moved the pot.  This is what was going on! It reminds me of humans evacuating a hospital before a hurricane or after a disaster.  And yes, I did feel a bit guilty. But it looks like their backup plan worked just fine. (Click on the first photo to enlarge photos and read captions.)

Little Creepers: Friday Foto Fun

 

My wifi went out last night and I couldn’t get all the photos posted.  Go HERE to see the rest of the photos if you aren’t bugged out already.

https://aroused.blog/2018/11/24/friday-foto-fun-little-things/

African Mask Bug: Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

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I found this fellow just outside my gate. He was about an inch and a half long. I’ve seen them here before but I can’t remember the name.  Rotated one turn to the right, it looks like an African mask.

Spider on the Ceiling

 

 

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Spider on the ceiling, legs evenly spread round,
I can’t help but wonder what keeps you ceiling-bound.
Have you little suction cups welded to each foot,
and if so, has nature adequately put
each one on this spider far above my bed
so it will not disconnect and land upon my head?

 

I woke up much earlier than usual today, and after I posted my poem and photos, I went back to bed. I closed my eyes for a short time, then opened them and stared fixedly at the ceiling above the bed.  It was not fully light in the room, but in the diffused light from the curtains which form a sort of scrim in the room, I could see a black blotch on the ceiling right above me.  Trying to figure out what it was, I scrunched my eyes up and eventually made out lines radiating out from the center.  It finally occurred to me that this might be a spider.  Further scrunching determined that it was, indeed, a delicate-looking spider perhaps an inch or two in diameter. It hasn’t moved in the half hour or so it has taken for me to write its laudatory poem, locate my camera, arrange for adequate lighting and camera settings, shoot its portrait and to get posted.  It will probably still be there tonight.  If so, its fame will probably be expanded with another poem.  If I remember.