On July 21
Today, July 30.
and any happy combinations that may result, plus various maunderings that occasionally pop to mind.
This morning on the door of my car I found a Two-lined Spittlebug, which aside from everything else, struck me as yet another great insect name. I have found, on the whole, that insects have much more interesting and entertaining common names than birds, some of them far more amusing than the cliched "Yellow-belled Sapsucker." My brother, of course, mostly uses their scientific names, so half the time it's Greek (and Latin) to me.
He told today, after viewing the photo, two interesting things about spittlebugs. First of all, this species--Prosopia bicincta--was originally subtropical but has been moving north--can you say "climate change" boys & girls?
The second thing he told me cleared up a minor mystery. Last week I noticed, on our lawn, that clumps of grass were enveloped in a foamy substance that disappeared as soon as it was touched. I thought it was either dew or condensation, though neither really made sense to me. It turns out that a nest of nymphs of a common species of spittlebug around here, the Meadow Spittlebug, attaches to the stems of plants and looks like someone spit on them--hence the name. I only noticed them for a day, but they were all over the lawn. They are considered an agricultural pest and this may explain the sudden brown patches on our grass. Apparently, according to the North Carolina Agricultural Extension Service, there can be so many on a lawn that it "squishes" when walked upon. It's bad enough I have to worry about lanternflies, now I have to consider the damage bugs spitting on my lawn can do.