Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi, the contributors in the comments section, and me, as we tackle this creepy, crawly, wriggly, fluttery, zoomy, buzzy topic.
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Bugs is definitely a timely topic for me this week. In just one week, we went from overnight frost warnings to 34C heat and humidity. All the little critters who sleep during the cold weather suddenly woke up (or their eggs laid last fall have hatched) and they've all been busy making sure their family lines don't die out. It's like a bug bomb has exploded around here.
The worst are the moths and some kind of little brown flying beetle thing. So many of them are getting in the house it's driving me . . . buggy. It's a full-time job catching them and carrying them back out of the house to safety.
Our cats don't appreciate my devotion, because they are, shall we say, "moth connoisseurs".
The crunching makes me feel faintly sick.
And the other bugs are just playthings for them, to be ignored once their mobility is impaired and there is no movement except pitiful legs weakly waving in the air.
The weakly waving, pitiful legs make me feel faintly sick too.
And so I trudge wearily back and forth with my little recycled pudding cup and my piece of folded paper, chasing/trapping/releasing bugs while my cats disapprove. Are you green with envy yet over my exciting life?
Oh, you're just green from the crunching and weakly waving, too . . . Sorry :)
Mathy I'm Not, But These Numbers Worry Me
The bugs get in
I put them out
I'd squash them, but
I'm not a lout
The cats to whom
I am a slave
Do not know why
The bugs I save
Their help I use
Make no mistake
They find the bugs
Which I then take
I trap them in
My pudding cup
Then block the top
And pick them up
Open the door
To set them free
One goes out
... And in come three
Similar to the moths we have. I've taken pictures, but they don't turn out because I'm taking them at night with a point and shoot. My images are grainy and look like those UFO photos you see on fake "documentaries" about aliens. (Image: Pixabay)
And now for a different kind of "bug" which I was reminded of when I started searching Pixabay for a picture of a moth.
This picture was included in the search results for "moth":
This is not a moth. I think there might be a bug in the search function on Pixabay.
And of course we must have bug-related funnies:
I hope you have a bug-free week, although with Nature ... and New Blogger ... and a pandemic ... and all ........ there are no guarantees ......
Next week's topic is ............ LIGHT.
We've used it before, but that was almost three years ago. I bet we can find something new to say about it by now!
If you're relatively new here, you can find my poem about light from November 2017 here.