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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Thursday, May 15, 2003
Creatures of the Night... Coined from the movie, Lost Boys, "You're a creature of the night, Michael...", I can't help but to refer to these vile, flying tanks as "creatures of the night". Thay may not be blood-sucking vampires, but these disgusting insects sure earn that name with me. These creatures of the night start out as gross, squirmy, squishy, putid devourers of grass roots. Stick a shovel into any decent, fertile lawn and you'll probably dig up at least a few of these things that start out as grubs. In the insect world, many insects start out in a larval stage. The butterfly, for example, starts out as a squirmy caterpiller, but soon metamorphoses into a beautiful, flying masterpiece. There's even moths that go through a similar metamorphosis. Junebugs are different. These disgusting creatures are bottom-feeders. They are born in the dirt, eat dirt and probably their own feces, and eventually metamorphose into satanic flying tanks. Only second behind wasps, I despise Junebugs. These things move only at night and are drawn to light. Shine a light directly at them and their beady phosphorescent eyes reflect the light right back at you. They feature a hard carapase that's split down the middle to protect their fragile wings, and when in flight emit a low-frequency buzz that makes me howl just thinking about it. I can hear these things coming at least a mile away. Because they are so stupid, you'll often times find them upside-down, squirming on their backs trying to upright themselves because they crashed into a wall in mid-flight. If you're unfortunate to catch a few in their flight-path, you'll discover these satanic armored helicopters stick to hair and clothing. I'm getting squeemish just thinking about it. When these satanic whirlwinds cross MY flightpath, they get tortured. I'll either amputate a wing or two, cut off their legs, or simply toast them with a propane torch until they pop. If I had a choice to walk through a swarm of Junebugs or a field filled with Rattle Snakes, I'd choose the latter, hands down. Junebugs are out, and in full force. Do civilization a favor and toast one tonight. Sidenote: One of the best things I've ever seen in my life is a Junebug-Eating Cat. I met her while Mitch and I were scuba diving in Cozumel around April, 2000. This cat ruled! I'm surprised that I was even walking around at night with Junebugs on the prowl, but these things were Mexican, so they tended to be a little slower than the ones in Michigan. The ones I encountered that night were mostly on their backs, unable to get up. My Junebug-eating friend FEASTED on those creatures-of-the-night. Check her out in action here. See the entire pic/video gallery of our Cozumel trip here. posted by Dino at 1:15 AM (permanent link) |