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Came across this fellow on a telephone pole while out strolling about in Moorepark. Actually I went strolling to take photos of kangaroos that were standing picturesquely in a field. I may or may not end up posting those photos, but they weren't as photo worthy as this crazy bastard I noticed on the way home.


It looks like a giant tick!!!! Does anyone have any idea what it is???

And then just a little further on a came across another very large --though substantially less scary looking-- insect (apparently deceased).



Look at the siiize of it! It's like sputnik!

Also I have filthy farmer hands. d:
aggienaut: (Bees)

   Spiders are known for wandering the world utterly alone. Life for a spider is frequently solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. They lurk alone in dark corners waiting to come out like Beowulf's Grendel .. but even Grendel at least had a mother who wasn't liable to eat him. As a spider, you have no friends -- most of the time members of your own species will try to kill and perhaps eat you if they get half a chance -- even if you just mated with them!

   So then, imagine your shock and alarm if you were say a large wasp flying confidently through the tropical jungles of equatorial Africa and suddenly found yourself mired in a web and set upon by hundreds of spiders working together.
   If you were a particularly well read wasp it might occur to you that these spiders are Agelena consociata, a species of social spider. They've been known to construct nests consisting of over a thousand individual spiders, on several square meters of web.
   As a scientifically oriented wasp you'll note that they work together to take down large prey such as yourself, signaling to one another through a system of abdomenal pats.
   If you are a wasp with an eye for interior decorating, and lets just say you are, you'll note that the nest consists of layers of horizontal sheets of webbing connected by vertical "scaffoldings" of web. You'll probably note that if they had any sense at all of feng shui there clearly would not have been a scaffolding interrupting your flight plan. Furthermore you'll observe with contempt that while the spiders work together in some activities, their planning of web construction is clearly uncoordinated and a shameful display of interior decoration. You would perhaps try to give the spiders some pointers on this subject but you can't seem to get the abdomenal pat language down quite right. In fact you seem to have accidentally said something quite vulgar.

   Perhaps as they close in on you you'll try to give them some "pointers" of a different type, with your trusty stinger! Unless you happen to be male and then you don't have an ovipositor, which is what passes for a stinger these days, so you're going to have to depend on explaining that YOU never hunted the spiders or their kin, and are just a peaceful nectarvore. It turns out they still hold you accountable for all the injustices of generations of wasp persecution. As hundreds of spiders overwhelm you your last words are "how rude!"



An Angelena consociata web.


Random bonus fact: while researching this I learned that baby spiders are called "spiderlings." Is that adorable, or is that adorable?

Previously on Emo-Snal: wasp hunts spiders

aggienaut: (Trogdor)

   There's a dragon in my office. Its body is a shiny metallic green and its wings are a translucent orange, it's very beautiful, but by the time it is sighted by its prey it is usually too late for them. I'll tell you what its like to be agonizingly devoured by one in a bit, but first some background.

   When I first came out here to establish a colony deep the uncivilized forest, we had the typical colonialist ignorance of what strange things might lurk out here. We built our little city of square white houses in neat little rows, and all seemed lovely at first.
   A neighbouring tribe, the vespula germanica, soon made their presence known and is constantly testing our defenses in hopes of overrunning us, but our brave cadre of guards is able to keep them back.
   Then there's Dnys the giant frog, who demands a daily virgin sacrifice, which is fine, really. Our population could easily support that, and it is a small price to pay for access to the water the frog guards.
   What's more disturbing, however, is the giant arachnids that eat my citizens while they are out foraging in the forest. With bulbous bodies like enormous black widows, and glossy carapaces as black as their souls, they brazenly snatch up the unwary in the middle of the day if they get half a chance, lying in wait behind any nook, outcropping or crevice they can find.
   And then of course, there's also serpents...




   Now those of you who've been around awhile and know my wily ways will not be surprised to learn this is all about the settlement described and photographed here.
   A neat thing about working with the bees is that you're out in the forest and other than the creatures you naturally find in the forest, entire food chains spring up around the bee yard.

   During dry periods we need to put water out in little plastic pools for the bees. This would soon start growing mosquito larvae if we didn't put mosquito fish in the water. We put water hyacinths in the tubs to slow evaporation and give the bees something to land on when they're gathering water. In among the water hyacinths we soon found a few big frogs who were no doubt feeding upon bees and other small insects that came to the water.

   Footprints evidencing visits of deer or raccoons to the water pools are sometimes found in the mud. A wide variety of smaller insects, beetles, earwigs, and hideous potatoe bugs soon move into the damp dark space under beehives and/or near the water pools. Paper wasps and the occasional interesting rarer species move in to feed on this smorgasbord of small insects.
   A few weeks after a bee yard has been established a dramatic increase in the number of lizards and birds in the area will be noticed, as they also feed on the insect smorgasbord.

   And of course there's the constant battle that goes on with local ants and yellow jackets (Vespula germanica). They'll make incursions in force into hives to pillage the honey if hives become week.

   The serpents I refer to are rattlesnakes, not necessarily more common in a bee yard than anywhere else in the forest, but anywhere in the forest here one is liable to have an unfortunate incident if one accidentally trods upon a rattlesnake.

   More concerning than the rattlesnakes, however, are the giant black widow spiders. Feeding on a constant supply of bees they get as big as large grapes, and at times can be so pervasive one will find at least one on EACH HIVE. Not only that but drop for drop their venom is more lethal than a rattlesnake's. AND they like to live in the handholds or other places one is liable to put one's fingers. As such I almost religiously won't put my fingers somewhere on a hive I can't clearly see if I'm not wearing gloves.

   But most interesting of all is the dragon I mentioned. Making the occasional appearance, drifting serenely through the scene on bright orange wings, the sun glinting off its metallic green body, we have Pepsis mildei, the tarantula hawk.

   The above is a tarantula hawk. As you can see, they are utterly huge. Their stinger alone is a quarter of an inch long and delivers the second most painful sting of any insect in the world. One scientist, dutifully researching the subject, described his experience thus: "the pain is like an electric wand that hits you, inducing an immediate, excruciating pain that simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except, perhaps, scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations." But that's not the scariest thing.
   The scariest thing is the downright nightmarish things they do to spiders. Tarantula hawks are nectarivores, they don't normally eat spiders.. BUT they have a penchant for something truly perverse. They hunt down tarantulas, attack and handily kick their ass (there's several videos of this on youtube if you're curious), and with one sting can paralyze the tarantula for the rest of its extremely unfortunate life. The wasp then either drags the tarantula back into its own home and seals it it in there, or digs a new hole to turn into a chamber of agony for the paralyzed tarantula. Before it seals the spider into either of these pits of despair it lays an egg on the spiders abdomen. When this egg hatches, the larval tarantula hawk sucks the juices out of the still-living tarantula until it's grown a bit, and then the larval grub burrows into the abdomen and begins ravenously devouring the tarantula from the inside out -- saving vital organs for last to keep it in unspeakable nightmarish agony fresh as long as possible.

   Needless to say, the first time I saw one in the yard my natural reaction, knowing all this, was to entice it to land on my arm for a quick picture.

   I was pondering what business this tarantula hawk had being in the bee yard the other day and suddenly I realized -- I've barely seen any giant black widows on our beehives lately. A giant black widow is by no means the same as a tarantula, but they ARE probably the biggest spider around other than tarantulas. Tarantulas are adorable and I find it appalling to think too hard about the fate that awaits them at the hands of a tarantula hawk ... but the thought of those evil black widows suffering the same fate really doesn't bother me.


Nope no black widows here...

aggienaut: (tallships)

Me with Kendrick the wasp, whom we had found trying to get warm in the fridge




Trying to warm Kendrick up.

/ giving the poor girl a terrible fright that she's going to be eaten ;)


   In ironic news, while writing yesterday's LJ Idol entry about feeling like part of the crew and how nice it was to go to that couple's house .. I apparently missed out on joining the group that went there that night. Oops.
   But on the plus side I'm there right now (Saturday night). They're really the nicest people ever. They welcome us salty sailors into their living room and chat with us all evening while bringing out hot chocolate and cheesecake! (Today only myself and [livejournal.com profile] i_id are here)

   Monday morning at 04:00am we are leaving Astoria to head through "The Graveyard of the Pacific" to Westport up north. It's supposed to be at least a 20 hour transit but rough conditions can apparently make it much more. We've reviewed emergency procedures, counted lifejackets, practiced putting on immersion suits, and the captain has ordered plenty of barfbags to be prepared (the entire crew has been on the Colombia River for months now so rough seas will be a new thing for many of them). "Crossing the bar" to get out of the Colombia River is notoriously dangerous and according to wiki, "Since 1792, approximately 2,000 large ships have sunk in and around the Columbia Bar."

   Additionally, for the transit we'll be breaking into "4 on 4 off" watches (whereas heretofore we've been more or less all working 08:00-17:00 and then all off*)

* though even when everyone is sleeping people still wake up to check the mooring lines every so often throughout the night at this dock.

aggienaut: (Bees)

   Fırst of all Iid lıke to thank everyone who,s gıvın me comments lately an apologıze for not havıng tıme to respond to nearly any of themç As you can ımagıne, Iim not near a computer a lot here (: but I do have tıme to take a quıck look at what new comments come ın and do apprecıate them!


Today (Tuesday, 20th of October)
   Complımentary breakfast on the hotel terrace agaın, fresh fruıts and such. All bread here has been delıcıous. Noted what appeared to be Vespula germanıca (ıe the yellowjackets we have ın Calıfornıa) tryıng to make off wıth our jam.

   Went and explored the ruıns of Epheseus, a nearby ımportant hıstorıcal Byzantıne/Roman townç Also the Vırgın Mary ıs saıd to have lıved there after that Jesus guy dıed. The sea ıs close by (though we couldnit see ıt) and there were large tourıst crowds from cruıse shıps that had apparently stopped ın.

   Also explored a necropolıs called "Grotto of the Seven Sleepers." As usual we were mıschıevıous and found a cave ın ıt that went a faır bıt back and explored ıtç

   And there was also the ruıns of a large basılıca that we exploredç And a museum wıth fınds from all these nearby sıtesç In conclusıon, ıt's a great place to see a lot of ruıns.

   The hotel here started out as a rug store and then opened up a hotel, but stıll also sells rugs. Talked to one of the owners about the rugs, apparently ıt ıs tradıtıon that ın the vıllages the gırls weave these rugs durıng the wınter, so each one ıs hand crafted accordıng to a specıfıc famıly tradıtıon of that gırl's famılyç The rug salesman was extremely nıce.
   It also turns out hıs father was a beekeeper (ın addıtıon to sellıng rugs?). He had 450 hıves, but lost half of the to Varroa mıtes ın the 70s and gave up. When Varroa mıtes reached the Unıted States ın the 90s ıt was devastatıng and 98% of the wıld honeybees were saıd to have been wıped out (but they have sınce bounced back) and commercıal beekeepers regularly lost more than half theır bees. Colony Collapse Dısorder has nothıng on that.
   Needless to say ıt was extremely ınterestıng. We compared notes on how we kept bees and he asked me how we keep wasps out, somethnıg that had been a problem for us earlıer thıs year. Very neat.
   So ıf you want a really nıce Turkısh rug, come to Selcuk. (:


Pıcture of the Day



I met a gıant wasp! In the ruıns of Epheseus.

I'm told they call ıt a Donkey Wasp here.




I also met and photographed a yellowjacket (as noted), a box turtle, and yes even a snaıl. (:

aggienaut: (Bees)

   This week's theme in [livejournal.com profile] ljshootout is "wildlife." It just so happens that I'm quite fond of wildlife. In particular, insects seem to just come to me.

   And so I present to you, insects landing on my hand, a continuing series

Part I - Previous to LJ Shootout Timeframe )



Part II - Recent )


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Now this one warrants a few words. Yesterday I came across the (relatively) rare and beautiful Tarantula Hawk wasp:



These things hunt tarantulas, hence the name (for those of you from far and wide, I don't know if everyone knows what a tarantula is, but its a hairy spider the size of a plate).

The sting of a tarantula hawk has been described as having "an immediate, excruciating pain that simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except, perhaps, scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations." and the lovely Shmidt Sting Pain Index I blogged about recently rates it the second most painful insect sting in the world. So knowing this, I of course had to have it pose for the traditional photograph on my hand.

It was running along the ground at the time so I put my hand in front of her and she hopped aboard! Unfortunately she was still moving pretty fast so I only got one kind of blurry picture before she ran all the way up my arm and disappeared behind my neck before taking flight.



Tarantula Hawk
27 August, 2009

Not the best picture but it at least gives an idea of the wasp's size.


Also, ANTS )


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One last bonus. This isn't technically wildlife I guess becaues it's obviously domesticated whatever the hell it is:



Unholy Beast Of Some Kind
27th August, 2009

Is it just me or is this thing totally creepy!? I think it's because it looks kind of human ... just enough to be totally in the uncanny valley. Also it looks sinister, like it's staring into your soul ... with contempt!

Ants

Jul. 27th, 2009 12:09 am
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   So I had a fun weekend, more on that when I have time to make a suitable update (and get some pictures up).

   I spent this evening reading about ants on wikipedia, because I'm a nerd like that. Ants you see are extremely closely related to bees (relatively speaking. they're in the same Order (Hymenoptera)) so I'd been wondering for awhile if they exhibited a number of traits I know bees have.

   It turns out that new queen ants do go on mating flights (yes flights, the queens and male drones are born with wings) just like bees. Then the drones die (just like bees). Unlike bees though then every mated queen ant finds somewhere to start a nest by herself. Digs a hole and starts laying eggs.

   Read up on army ants. Apparently we have them in the United States but no one notices because the species here are smaller and travel in smaller swarms and mostly at night. In Africa "driver ants" can kill people ... but they only travel 20 meters an hour so one can usually escape. There are species of birds that specialize in eating the insects fleeing in front of moving army ant swarms in South America ... and species of insects that specialize in eating the droppings of these birds!

   One thing I didn't know about army ants is many species, particulary the archetypical one have no permanent nest. They make a nightly nest out of the living bodies of their workers!!

   Also: "Members of the species has been observed using their bodies to block potholes in a path between the nest and prey. The ants will each walk to a hole and measure themselves to see if they are a fit for it and if they are, will lie across the hole to allow other members of the colony to cross at higher speed."


   Jack jumper ants (not a type of army ant) in Tazmania have a sting that can be lethal to humans and annually cause more deaths in Tasmania than spiders, snakes, wasps, and sharks combined! (such sauce!!)


   And speaking of stings...
Schmidt Sting Pain Index (full article)
   This (completely mad?!) scientist named Justin Schmidt apparently made an index of the level of painfulness of 78 species of Hymenoptera. This of course begs the question ... did he purposefully get himself stung by all these insects?!?!
   His reviews read like he's reviewing gourmet food or a fine wine:

1.0 Sweat bee: Light, ephemeral, almost fruity. A tiny spark has singed a single hair on your arm.
1.2 Fire ant: Sharp, sudden, mildly alarming. Like walking across a shag carpet & reaching for the light switch.
1.8 Bullhorn acacia ant: A rare, piercing, elevated sort of pain. Someone has fired a staple into your cheek.
2.0 Bald-faced hornet: Rich, hearty, slightly crunchy. Similar to getting your hand mashed in a revolving door.
2.0 Yellowjacket: Hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.
2.x Honey bee and European hornet: Like a matchhead that flips off and burns on your skin.
3.0 Red harvester ant: Bold and unrelenting. Somebody is using a drill to excavate your ingrown toenail.
3.0 Paper wasp: Caustic & burning. Distinctly bitter aftertaste. Like spilling a beaker of hydrochloric acid on a paper cut.
4.0 Tarantula hawk: Blinding, fierce, shockingly electric. A running hair drier has been dropped into your bubble bath.
4.0+ Bullet ant: Pure, intense, brilliant pain. Like fire-walking over flaming charcoal with a 3-inch rusty nail in your heel.

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