One of Grendel‘s nicknames is Sponge. This video shows where that moniker came from.
And yes, that’s my dorky snickering and craptastic voice in the background. Like most, I hate the way I sound on recordings.
One of Grendel‘s nicknames is Sponge. This video shows where that moniker came from.
And yes, that’s my dorky snickering and craptastic voice in the background. Like most, I hate the way I sound on recordings.
I love taking photographs and videos. Of what? Whatever. Everything. The slightest opportunity. Even what others might describe as nothing. Nature abounds with beauty and wonder, so it’s never difficult to find a subject. Clouds and the patterns they form, The Kids, every insect wandering through my field of vision, wildlife transformed into every conceivable shape and size, plants both unexpected and mundane, the lake, weather’s many faces, plus a myriad of other sources spanning the pedestrian to the exquisite. Hence the following.
It’s a simple question: What the hell is that? I ask myself this very thing nearly every time it rains. It is then a creature emerges from the darkness (having rarely been seen in any amount of daylight) that seems to be a leech yet does not live in water. Sure, it looks like a worm of some kind, or perhaps a slim species of slug, but it doesn’t move like either of those. It moves like a leech, like a creature hunting for something, a beast that lifts its head to look about and decide on direction, a slithering wet something that intrigues me to no end.
Let me apologize in advance for the quality of both the photos and the video. As I said, it only comes out right after it rains and water reflects and refracts light in ways that greatly diminish visibility. Likewise, it’s almost always dark when it appears. It’s for these reasons I can’t offer something better.
Anyway, on to the presentation.
In that photo, as in all the others to follow, its head is on the right and its ass is on the left.
One might easily say it looks like a gross example of unfamiliar excrement left behind as a gift from some hateful animal passing through these parts. One would not be too far off in describing the slimy monster were it not for the fact that it moves on its own, and it reacts to my presence. For instance, I tested it by putting my hand down in its path. When it reached me, it briefly investigated my finger before lifting its head and looking over it, and then it turned and worked its way around the obstacle.
I wish environmental factors had not conspired to make it so difficult to see. Nevertheless, here’s a brief video of it moving about. If you watch closely (on the right side of the film) you can see the way it moves its head about in very un-wormlike ways, and certainly not like any slug I’ve ever seen. Of note on the video: because it was so dark and wet when I captured this, I was forced to lighten each video format it to make them it at least somewhat presentable; this has unfortunately diminished their its quality., and that is especially true with the WMV file (again… damn Microsoft crap). Also note the AVI file is not the raw video originally captured since it too was lightened.
I’ve seen only one of these small mysteries at any one time, but I suspect there are more living in the immediate area. I say that because I’ve seen them in different locations around the patio on the same day and within only minutes of each other. Because that would be insufficient time for one of them to move that distance, I can only surmise they are scattered about.
Regrettably, our drought seems to have impacted these unknowns. The small amount of rain we’ve received in the last month or so has not prompted them to make an appearance. I suspect they either died from lack of water, moved on to wetter areas (closer to the surrounding creeks or the lake itself), or are hibernating in some way until regular amounts of precipitation return to North Texas.
Irrespective of their present disposition, they are a cool oddity I’d like to identify if possible. I’m still working on that. Hopefully, I’ll see them again.
[Update] I have since identified this as a blue planarian (Caenoplana coerulea).
I was capturing some video of Vazra who was sitting at the patio door in the bedroom. As luck would have it, he was doing absolutely nothing but sitting there looking outside. With less than 20 seconds worth of video of him doing just that, I was ready to give up and stop the camera.
Never one to miss an opportunity to steal the spotlight, Grendel shows up right as I hit the button. That’s how it ends. Hence, it’s a blooper reel (I assure you, I wind up with a lot of these!).
Jenny and I spoke several weeks ago about how familiar I was growing with the individual animals who regularly grace me with their presence. Whether discussing raccoons or opossums or cats or armadillos or squirrels or whatever, the more I watch the various creatures that come through these parts, the more I am able to recognize them based on both physical and non-physical traits. I’ve been amazed, in fact, by the diversity of personalities I see.
There are those who care very little about my presence, those who distrust me completely but tolerate my presence so long as there’s food, and even those who totally freak out and can’t stand to be around me (I try not to take it personally). There are those who ask me for food, those who have no clue where it comes from even if they’re standing right there when I put it out, and those who are sure I’m trying to poison them with the edible trinkets. I could go on.
Whether it’s the newly discovered five-baby nursery of raccoons small enough to walk through the fence without effort or any number of their older and bigger cousins, or it’s the various baby and adult opossums coming through, or it’s the really big nine-banded armadillo who marches uncaringly through the world as though he owns everything, or some other part of the wildlife menagerie that is now so common here, I day by day grow more capable of recognizing the individuals and predicting successfully what to expect from them. It’s more than entertaining; it’s amazing.
I said all of that to introduce this little guy. He’s one of the many squirrels I’ve induced to visit me regularly. There are some of these “tree rats” who know I feed them and come to the fence and practically beg for something to eat. In fact, at least one of them has taken almonds directly out of my hand. There are others who will move away to a safe distance while I put treats on the ground. There are even some who totally freak out and run like idiots to whatever cover they can find. This video is of one that fits in the last group.
I can’t say I’ve recognized this squirrel’s gender. Some are obvious. Some are less obvious. Some, like this one, make it pretty much impossible to distinguish their gender since they always keep me at an angle that makes identification impossible. Despite not knowing which way it swings, I do know it sees me as a major threat. It reacts to my presence the same way all squirrels react to a cat or other predator. It’s amusing; the little bastard runs to the tree and begins barking at me as a warning that it sees me, isn’t fooled into a false sense of security, and is willing to warn its brethren. I, of course, am to be petrified by this display. All the barking and other squirrel noises, all the tail waving, and all the running up and down the tree to make certain I realize his advantage, and you can no doubt tell how absolutely terrified I must be. And sometimes he does this because he sees me through the window.
As I said, “I’m SOOOOO scared.”
Do let me in advance apologize for the quality of the sound. I did not realize until after I recorded this that I was holding the camera with one of my fingers over the microphone. Oh well. Just turn it up a bit to hear the little rebel as he tells me how it is.
[eastern fox squirrel (Sciurus niger); I repeat myself: the WMV sucks in both video and audio quality; oh well]
Kako was having an eargasm in the living room when I grabbed the camera. As is always the case, she promptly stopped what she was doing and considered other options. She finally resolved to get up and move on; it took one rollover before she felt it was appropriate to stand. Odd little woman, that cat. Maybe she wanted to be certain she got up on the right side of the bed — or floor, in this case.
[the video is 16 seconds long and 812 KB in size; click on the photo for the WMV version; sorry, poppets, but I found almost three dozen videos that are only in Windows Media format; they come from a collection I put together for Derek shortly before he died, and I have no way to know where the originals are; I have them, mind you, but identifying them out of the hundreds I consolidated for that CD would be more effort than I’m willing to give; instead, I’m pulling them from the original collection I made for him and will post them in that format only; get over it]