The best laid schemes ‘o mice an’ men
Gang aft a-gley
Nothing we can do about the weather. It happens. Or as my brother says, “it is what it is”. Evidently tropical storm Jose is heading north along the east coast of North America and will be arriving in our neck of the woods tomorrow and Wednesday. I doubt it’ll remain a tropical storm by the time is gets here as far as the winds go, but there will be rain. Heavy at times. With thunder and lightning. Not the sort of weather one wants when one is in a tent. Or when one’s only means of getting to safety is a kayak. And so the camping trip is cancelled. We are both mightily disappointed.
In other news, last Monday I shared a picture of two insects and speculated about their mode of communication. And the topic they might be discussing. Well…
I think this answers that question. Ha!
They’re still hanging around the exterior of the house, either singly, in pairs, or—ah—as couples.
Here’s a picture I snapped this morning and blew-up to see the details of those little appendages below the wings.
They look like oars to me. When I was speculating on their function, Hubby and I said, simultaneously, “radar”. Ha! A few minutes of research would give me the answer, IF I had internet service at my temporary house. Or IF I was within easy driving distance of a library. Since neither is my reality I’ll go on thinking it’s radar and that’s how they arrange for romantic connections. <very big grin>
P.S. My apologies for misnaming the tropical storm in an earlier iteration of this post. My error was pointed out by TWO people, only one of whom is related to me, LOL. I've corrected my error.
I’m intrigued by these insects. (Bugs in general are interesting and I usually don’t mind if they’re in the house. I draw the line at silver fish. Ewww.) They’re hanging out all over the exterior of the house. This pair were in this spot on the kitchen window when I woke up at seven o’clock Saturday morning. And were still there when Hubby started cooking supper (grilled steak, corn on the cob, salad – yum!) at six o’clock in the evening. If you could expand the picture and focus in, it appears a couple of their feet are touching.
And that got me thinking. Do they communicate? I’d like to think so. How is that done? Little sub-sonic noises? Vibrations? Vulcan mind melding? About an hour later one of the flies was gone. Had they made plans to meet up later? Or was that few hours on the window the sum total of their lives together – two bugs passing in the day.
The bugs are still congregating on the house, dodging spider webs, making plans for their future. At least I like to think so.