A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth
sheltered from the rain a moth perched under the eaves ‘twas a moist owlet!
~kat 😄
I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.
It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants.
Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again! Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha
Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
flowers in pots on the window ledge of a second floor brownstone, and me knocking on a creaky aluminum screen door, invited inside, to eat cookies with orange juice in a jelly jar my mother would eventually come to fetch me… they were so nice, the neighbors even though I was an escape artist even though I picked a flower from their window ledge garden to give to my mother (I would learn that taking things that didn’t belong to me was bad, and made people sad that day…) I would learn about forgiveness too the next time I escaped, welcomed once again, with cookies and orange juice in a jelly jar, and my neighbor smiling at me from across a linoleum laminated table with an metal rim as we waited for my mother to come fetch me again… a seemingly sweet memory that years later disturbs me as I wonder how did I, a toddler of two or three, have such freedom to wander…
Terrible jokes aside, ages and aging make great poetry fodder. Write a poem about a specific year in your life. It can be an age that has passed and is memorable or one that’s to come that you may be dreading or hope to embrace. / Recommended reading: “At Twenty” by Heidi Seaborn and “Two Months Before My 65th Birthday” by David James
Today’s glimmer…discovering a new bug!
I have photos of bugs and plants and fungi as well as animals that wander the woods surrounding my house in the foothills. I love learning new things. Every day there is something to discover. Today it was a bug. I have never seen a bug that looks like this bug. So of course I snapped a photo of it so I could research it later…
Introducing a Roundneck Sexton Beetle. These are “burying beetles”. Nocturnal, the male searches for a small dead animal and once found, secretes a pheromone to attract a female. Once the female arrives the two of them begin the process of burying the carcass. They will remove the fur or feathers and then cover the bare skin with an enzyme that delays decomposition. The carcass is then formed into ball with a nesting chamber hollowed out in the middle. This is where the female will lay her eggs. Once the larvae hatch she rounds the brood up inside the carcass and then unlike other burying beetles both the male and female will eat from the carcass and then regurgitate the food for the young. This little bug is truly gruesome and fascinating. Now you know!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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