Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
The Red Milkweed Beetles do such a good job of chewing milkweed that I feel pretty sure they could do a job on my skin; however, they don't seem inclined to. They don't crawl very fast, so I let them crawl aroound on my left hand while I photograph them with my right. Lucky that all the cameras I've seen have the shutter button on the right.
This next critter is a different story. See those jaws?!!! This is an Antlion larva. I've never caught one. You've probably seen the evidence of their presence, small craters in the sand. When an ant slips over the edge of the steep, sandy walls, the Antlion hiding beneath the bottom point pulls sand toward and past itself and the resulting landslide carries the ant into those menacing jaws. Every time I've tried to catch one with a large spoon, a trowel, or similar device, like a professional razor clam or sand crab it disappears deeper into the earth faster than I can dig. Well, my youngest son Ryan solved that problem. He saw a crater at the edge of our driveway and brought out his shop vac. It worked. Our ping pong table made a nice background. The above photo is of its back side.
It was difficult to turn this critter over for a photo of its front or ventral side. It popped back upright very quickly. It took many attempts to get it tired enough to play 'possum for a few seconds for a photo. This is the larval stage. It turns into a larger, lacy-winged adult resembling Dobson Flies, Stone Flies, and other large, lacy-winged insects that fly into your Coleman lantern on camping trips.
I hate to kill bugs, but sometimes I can't help it. I try to train my family not to leave anything out for ants to eat, but the ants are able to detect the tiniest, sweet particles. So, ultimately, I get out the drops of Boric Acid. Here they are, happily drinking at what they probably consider an oasis.