The sun is up.
I live in the woods and only come out to send people off in boats in the dark to see bats by the rise of the full moon.
-jsq
The sun is up.
I live in the woods and only come out to send people off in boats in the dark to see bats by the rise of the full moon.
-jsq
The dogs alerted me to this.
Fortunately, they kept their distance.
How many rattles do you count?
-jsq
Nothing happens out our front door on a foggy morning except birds sing, owls hoot.
Yes, we do have okra.
The crop this year has been, ah, underwhelming. But there is some.
-jsq
“It’s stinging me!” screeched Gretchen as she rushed into the house.
Yes, “screeched” is the word she later used to describe the loud noise she made.
As you can see, she then managed to fling this Striped Bark Scorpion off her, but the Centruroides vittatus landed on the sink.
Like the one I stepped on recently, this one hurt like a bee sting, but caused no noticeable damage by the next morning.
The amusing part is that Gretchen did not get this scorpion here at the farm.
She got it in downtown Valdosta.
-jsq
On the truck:
It’s some kind of Mantodea. Probably a native-to-Georgia Carolina Mantis, Stagmomantis carolina. Probably not the larger bird-eating species. These ones eat insects.
Here’s Gretchen observing it. Continue reading
That’ll wake you up.
Right where my index finger went
No scorpions were harmed in the making of this blog post. I ditched that striped bark scorpion (Centruroides vittatus) off the porch rail.
-jsq