Stay away from the photinias

From dark green to bright red, the photinia bushes surrounding my patio offer colorful arrangements for the litany of wildlife that enjoys them, including me.

But now I have to warn people to stay away from the shrubs, to avoid touching them unless absolutely necessary.

Why?

They’re full of these enticing critters:

A southern flannel moth caterpillar (a.k.a. pussy moth, Bolivia bug, puss caterpillar or asp; Megalopyge opercularis) climbing over a branch (20080810_10851)

Cute and cuddly, what with all that soft hair styled so eloquently, who wouldn’t want to pick up such a beast, hold it and pet it like a kitten?

I mean: Aren’t faux-hawks in style right now?  If so, we certainly should appreciate an insect who displays such a hairdo.

But that would be a very bad mistake.  These caterpillars are the larvae of the southern flannel moth.

They go by many names: pussy moth and puss caterpillar[1], southern flannel moth, Megalopyge opercularis and Bolivia bug.

In Texas they have an additional moniker that should clarify things a bit.  Residents of the Lone Star State call them asps[2].

A southern flannel moth caterpillar (a.k.a. pussy moth, Bolivia bug, puss caterpillar or asp; Megalopyge opercularis) crawling along a branch (20080810_10841)wid

Tucked beneath all those curly locks[3] rests an arsenal of poisonous spines.  The toxin released by simply brushing against the fur is of such potency that it can cause excruciating pain, shortness of breath, burning sensations, nausea and abdominal pain, blisters, rashes, headaches, numbness, chest pain, and a veritable smorgasbord of other symptoms.

A southern flannel moth caterpillar (a.k.a. pussy moth, Bolivia bug, puss caterpillar or asp; Megalopyge opercularis) crawling along a branch (20080810_10843)

In not so uncertain terms, the sting of this insect causes severe reactions upon contact, reactions seldom localized to the actual site of interaction.

A southern flannel moth caterpillar (a.k.a. pussy moth, Bolivia bug, puss caterpillar or asp; Megalopyge opercularis) climbing down a branch (20080810_10833)

To inflict pain, they don’t have to be alive and they can be pupating.  The toxin and delivery spines are equally dangerous under all circumstances.

In fact—and certainly in the most wise of evolutionary standards—this caterpillar does not spin a cocoon in order to become a moth.  On the contrary, it separates from its outer skin and pupates under the protection of its larval defenses.  Aren’t they clever?

A southern flannel moth caterpillar (a.k.a. pussy moth, Bolivia bug, puss caterpillar or asp; Megalopyge opercularis) clinging to the underside of a leaf as it eats (20080807_10421)

They intentionally remain on the underside of a leaf while eating.  I’m sure this simple hiding mechanism helps protect them from predators.  It certainly protects them from my prying eyes and camera lenses[4].

I hope that abundant juveniles now means I can enjoy seeing the adults later.  Southern flannel moths are beautiful, mysterious creatures.

[Note] Let me reiterate once again what I’ve always said: People should not touch any plant or animal unless they know for certain that it’s safe[6].  These caterpillars are a perfect example.  While intriguing, they pose a serious threat to anyone trying to handle them.

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[1] Both nicknames undoubtedly stem from the apparent likeness between this insect’s fur and that of a Persian cat: full of fluff and curl, a chic and sophisticated coif.

[2] An asp is a small venomous snake.  It is thought that such a viper caused the death of Cleopatra.

[3] A rigid bristle of hair on such creatures is called a seta.  Collectively, one could say this caterpillar is covered with setae.  This technically is not hair, but it’s still a respectable coif nonetheless.

[4] Due to their abundance and in no small part their intentionally remaining underneath the leaves while feeding, capturing images of these beauties has been difficult.  My best approach has been to push the camera into the shadows while keeping my hands free from contact.  Even holding the limb down to create a better view for that last photograph[5] required serious inspection and careful handling.  The best pictures I could manage came from watching them maneuver from leaf to leaf by way of the limbs.

[5] If you look closely at the last photo (especially the largest size), you’ll see the underside of the leaf is covered with a layer of the caterpillar’s setae.  It’s likely that shedding also contains a number of toxic spines.  That’s yet another reason why I’ve not manhandled the photinias in order to get a better view for the camera.

[6] I had an e-mail several months ago from a gentleman here in Texas who was seeking guidance on a large caterpillar he found on an outside wall, a sizable beast with black spiny hair and red rings (sound familiar?).  Because he was unsure whether or not it was safe to handle, he used a stick to roll the large behemoth out of danger and away from people.  Afterward, he wanted to know what it was and if it posed a threat.  Luckily for him, his visitor was harmless.  Still, he used sound judgment when dealing with it: Don’t touch what you don’t understand!

Three different approaches

Kako and Vazra lying on the bedroom floor as Larenti sits behind them (20080426_05074)

The scene is simple: Kako is lying next to the patio doors in the bedroom.  Vazra decides to lie down next to her.  Larenti sneaks in behind them to sit by the open windows.

The problem is equally simple: Kako hates all her siblings except Grendel.  In fact, she deplores Vazra only slightly less than she deplores Larenti, and that is unequal only to her hatred of al-Zill.  Oh, and she barely tolerates her own brother Kazon, let alone the devil incarnate, Loki.

So how did they all respond to this apparent conflict?  Each according to their gifts and dispositions of course!

Vazra pretended not to see Kako and instead looked out toward the patio, casting an intentionally disregarding look in her direction—but not at her, mind you, but instead over her.

Larenti decided it best not to get involved.  He pointed his attention out the open windows and put the potential ugliness behind him…both literally and figuratively.

Kako aimed her steely gaze at Vazra and never blinked, staring at him with a disdain that was palpable like a fog of evil intent filling the room and covering me from head to toe.  He knew it wise to make any motion a movement away from her.

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Where the world begins

There is a place where the sunrise shines despite storm clouds.

The sun rising behind a growing storm with Interstate 20 running headlong beneath it toward East Texas (20080809_10444)

There is a place where Spanish moss drips from the trees.

Spanish moss (Tillandsia usneoides) growing from a tree limb over the bayou (20080809_10497)

There is a place where barbed wire restrains nothing more dangerous than bales of hay.

Barbed wire running in front of a pasture containing nothing but hay bales (20080809_10530)

There is a place where water lilies contain the hope of every morning.

A water lily bloom and pads (Nymphaea sp.) floating in weak morning light (20080809_10483)

There is a place where hummingbirds throughout the day join an endless procession of their brethren in a waltz that blankets the sky.

A hummingbird (unidentified) perched atop a wire (20080809_10683)

There is a place where arachnids lie in wait to ambush innumerable interlopers.

A green lynx spider (Peucetia viridans) waiting on a leaf to ambush prey (20080809_10704)

There is a place where deer prance through the pastures as though they haven’t a care in the world.

A female white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginianus) trotting through the trees of a pasture at the family farm (20080809_10803)

There is a place where passion flowers bloom wild and offer their fruit to all who are interested in partaking of the bounty.

A purple passion flower (a.k.a. Maypop; Passiflora incarnata) in full bloom at the family farm (20080809_10613)

There is a place where alligators, beavers and otters bring life to tranquil waters.

There is a place where great horned owls, bald eagles and great blue herons join vultures in ruling the sky both day and night.

There is a place where gargantuan moths, beetles and spiders reign amongst endless foliage that stretches verdantly in all directions.

There is a place where the highway ends and the world begins.

There is a place where I want to live that becomes wonder regardless of how the word is defined.

This will be my home.

[all photos taken yesterday during my trip to the family farm in the Piney Woods of East Texas]

We see things as we are

Life unfolds in great blossoms of being, petals touching and reaching as buzzing creatures visit to taste our essence, each one taking a bit of our life’s pollen before they journey to the next flower, the next being.

And all the while in lonely places we hope to be touched, to be noticed.

The world through eyes other than our own becomes a different thing.  When seen from someplace else, we become alien, different, unrecognizable.

That’s because we see things as we are, not as they happen.

Want to know what your life is like?  Ask those who observe it, participate in it yet do not own it.

We are what we do, not what we feel, not what we believe, not what we think.

Tinted by my own sense of self, life as I know it becomes unfamiliar when viewed from a perspective not defined by me.

Would that I might once see the world through the eyes of someone else, see the beauties they see that I miss, see the marvels they ponder that I ignore.

But I cannot refuse human nature.  I see things as I am, not as they are, and I must live with the difference.

The flowers of my soul never will appear to me in the same hues others see.

I can only hope the petals are as soft.