A strange moth indeed

A few days ago I posted an image of an insect I found on my patio, a large creature the likes of which I had never before seen.  You might remember I found it in this position just outside the bedroom doors.

A very pregnant woolly gray moth (a.k.a. pine barrens lycia; Lycia ypsilon) lying on her back (20080311_02478)

It didn’t move as I snapped a few photos of it.  I therefore suspected it had died, perhaps after flipping over and lying in direct sunlight for too long, perhaps after being abused by any of the local neighborhood cats who would undoubtedly find such a thing to be a perfect toy.

But whatever reason or reasons had caused it to wind up in such condition, I decided to turn it over so I could get some different views of it, something that would help me identify it later.

Its legs began flailing the moment I picked it up.  Not so dead after all…

I placed it back on the patio floor where it froze.  Posed, even, for the furry behemoth rested in sunset’s direct light where I could snap some respectable images.

The first to show its strangely colored and swollen abdomen.

A very pregnant woolly gray moth (a.k.a. pine barrens lycia; Lycia ypsilon) seen from behind showing the bright green and orange on her abdomen (20080311_02504)

At 2.5 cm long by 1 cm wide, with most of that girth and length in this rear section banded with green and orange separated by tortoiseshell hairs that appeared dark gray from a distance, I felt the poor thing wouldn’t be able to move for having to lug around so much extra baggage.

The fact that it never flinched as I got in close for more pictures seemed to confirm it was too heavy, too bloated to get out of the way.

A very pregnant woolly gray moth (a.k.a. pine barrens lycia; Lycia ypsilon) seen from above showing the vestigial wings (20080311_02502)

The more I looked at it, the more I assumed it to be a moth.  Probably a female given the antennae.  But where were its wings?

That’s when I noticed two stubby projections on each side of the thorax where a flying insect would have wings.

A very pregnant woolly gray moth (a.k.a. pine barrens lycia; Lycia ypsilon) seen from in front (20080311_02503)

Was I looking at a moth whose wings had not yet unfolded?  That seemed unlikely at best.  These little nubs were too small to unfurl into wings large enough to carry this massive insect.

Regrettably, the more I looked at it, the more I became confused about what it might be.

As I sat near it staring in confusion, I suddenly found my original concern about it being too heavy to move had been premature and incorrect.

Tiny when compared to its enormous abdomen, amazement washed over me as those six legs kicked into high gear and began carrying this mystery across the patio toward the fence.  Quickly, I might add.

It skirted the bottom of the fence for some time.  Eventually it turned, climbed over the wooden base, tumbled down the other side, and reversed course back along the fence.

Its abdomen dragged the ground the entire time, a mass of insect flesh too large and heavy to lift.  It didn’t seem to notice, though, and it certainly didn’t cause the critter to be slow.  Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Once it reached the center column of the fence, the ligneous support that stretches up to the roof, it began climbing.

A very pregnant woolly gray moth (a.k.a. pine barrens lycia; Lycia ypsilon) seen from the side as she climbs a patio column (20080311_02512)

That shocked me.  Tiny feet on painted wood found both the strength and grip to lift that bulging bottom straight up the pillar.

I watched it for some time as it continued upward.  When finally it paused for a few minutes, I decided to leave it in peace.  It was gone when I returned an hour or so later to check on it.

My investigation into its identity helped me learn something I never knew before.

You see, originally I felt it probably was an immature moth whose wings had not developed (or unfolded, assuming that the tiny nubs could somehow unfurl into large wings).

I was wrong.

This is in fact a fully mature, fully developed female moth, one whose abdomen is so full of eggs that it appears distended.  She is also a flightless moth with vestigial wings.  Only the males of her kind have wings and can fly.

Assuming my identification is correct, something I’m confident in but not definitively sure of, she is a very pregnant Lycia ypsilon.  The most widely used common name I could find for the species is woolly gray moth, but they are sometimes referred to as pine barrens lycia.

And finally to prove I didn’t pose a dead insect just so I could post cool photos of it, here’s something I’ve not done in a while: include a video.  As I pointed out earlier, she ran along the bottom of the fence once she finally got going.  And go she did.

Please note I wish the video had translated better to YouTube.  The original, in all its 640×480 stereo glory, is rather nice for a macro vid (the first I’ve ever tried to capture).  I may tinker with it and try uploading it again to see if maybe a different format works better.

Anyway, for now, here’s my huge, bursting with eggs, flightless female moth scampering across the concrete for all the world to see.


Pleasant discovery in unpleasant times

My supply of stress and worry seems unending at present.  I therefore purchased escape this morning with several hours at the lake, an opportunity to walk, to reflect, to avoid, to recuperate, and to discover.

From some distance across the confluence in Sunset Bay, I noticed several birds that seemed unfamiliar to me.  Although they never approached but instead remained across the bay, I happily found them as I processed the photographs upon returning home.

Northern shovelers (Anas clypeata) are ubiquitous throughout the northern hemisphere, from Europe to Asia and all the way to North America.  And there’s no mistaking these ducks for any other species.

Three northern shovelers (Anas clypeata), two males and one female, swimming as a mated pair of mallards (Anas platyrhynchos) hang out in the background (20080314_02681)

Small—smaller even than mallards, as you can see from that photo—the males are striking in their winter plumage.  Females, on the other hand, look nearly identical to mallard females (and those of several other species).

Yet it’s the bill of the bird that immediately identifies them.  Spatulate and long—like a shovel—the source of their name seems all to evident.

Despite not having a chance for a closer encounter with them, I did find a mated pair sleeping on the far side of the confluence amongst the mallards and coots and other waterfowl.

A mated pair of norther shovelers (Anas clypeata) sleeping near a male mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) also taking a nap (20080314_02693)

Regrettably, their position on the furthest downhill bank made it near impossible to get a clear shot.  Mind you the litter didn’t help either.

As for the larger group bobbing along in the chopping water, they headed out toward the middle of the lake, undoubtedly in search of lunch.

More news, and hurry up and wait

After more consideration and review, the family health issue I mentioned remains unchanged.  An endoscopic investigation is to be performed before surgery due to the mass’ location and the complicated nature of its removal.

But the doctors are still in a hurry to get it out, making clear it’s imperative—critical—that it be removed as quickly as possible.

So, as is usually the case with medical problems, it’s hurry up and wait, and remain calm in your panic.

I will be out of town tomorrow visiting the family farm.  As for responding to this ongoing health saga, next week could be interesting if things go south and require my immediate attention (as I suspect the doctors will try their best to get the exploratory session and surgery completed in short order next week).

Polyoma

What if you learned today that a family member had a polyoma growth in their sinus cavities?

What if you already knew the polyoma virus was known to produce tumors, to cause a form of cancer?

What if you knew that that family member’s doctors had made clear it’s imperative—critical even—that the growth be removed as soon as possible?  That is to say it needed to be removed this Friday?

That’s where I am at present.

Pardon me if I disappear for a bit.  Circumstances may warrant my absence as I tend to more important matters.

The horror

To wit:

Thousands of pet cats in Beijing are being abandoned by their owners and sent to die in secretive government pounds as China mounts an aggressive drive to clean up the capital in preparation for the Olympic Games.

Hundreds of cats a day are being rounded and crammed into cages so small they cannot even turn around.

Then they are trucked to what animal welfare groups describe as death camps on the edges of the city.

The cull comes in the wake of a government campaign warning of the diseases cats carry and ordering residents to help clear the streets of them.

But wait.  It doesn’t stop there.

Paranoia is so intense that six stray cats -including two pregnant females – were beaten to death with sticks by teachers at a Beijing kindergarten, who feared they might pass illnesses to the children.

And then:

“People don’t want to keep cats in Beijing any more so they abandon them or send them to the compounds.

“When we went inside, we saw about 70 cats being kept in cages stacked one on top of the other in two tiny rooms.

“Disease spreads quickly among them and they die slowly in agony and distress. The government won’t even do the cats the kindness of giving them lethal injections when they become sick. They just wait for them to die.

“It is the abandoned pets that suffer the most and die the soonest. They relied so much on their owners that they can’t cope with the new environment.

“Most refuse to eat or drink and get sick more quickly than the feral cats.”

I can’t go on.

Read the full article if you want to know the terror of China’s official approach to cats.

Cats as pets; cats as wildlife.  It’s all the same.

China intends to enact a horrific purge of felines.

It’s already doing so.

Offensive?  More than that.

Much more than that.

They recently killed the world’s pets through tainted food and supplies.  Now they’re killing their own through violence and sadism.

Boycott all China products.  Period.  Boycott the Olympics, boycott their crap they sell to other countries, boycott the poison they put on the market for others to consume (whether human or otherwise), and boycott anything else coming from that death trap of a country.

Boycott China in any form.

[via Annie]