Today whilst reading New York Times’ wonderful article on why boy mammoths tended to die in silly ways, I was inspired to go “Like” The New York Times Science facebook page. They are currently featuring a pink praying mantis as their profile pic. Perusing the comments on this pic led me to one that said […]
Katy, I’ve got cancer. Giggles, and a shrug. Can you bake me some pot brownies And please give me a hug? Katy, I’ve got cancer. Tell me what you think. Should I hook myself up to chemo Or enjoy that mai tai drink? Katy, I’ve got cancer. I didn’t know you well. But I enjoyed […]
Sitting on my deck, meditating on my garden and the emergence of an abundance of Monarch butterflies in it this summer…when I suddenly noticed that Fishgirl was sporting a stunning new bracelet. Yes, it’s an incredibly poignant and auspicious chrysalis placement. I feel like the Queen of the Butterflies.
Last evening I was showing off my garden to my friend Nancy. While we were walking around the yard, Nancy spotted a fully grown Monarch butterfly spreading its wings out on the lawn. Worried that we or my dog might destroy it in a misstep, Nancy gently picked it up and put it onto a […]
Do caterpillars poop? You bet your frass they do! Today I noticed several pellets by my Monarch caterpillars and decided to google it. Caterpillar poop is singularly known as frass. My five Monarch siblings have opened their own tiny-green-pellet factory on my milkweed plant. They are beginning to consume the showy blossoms in addition to […]
Diligence ©katy allgeyer Much to my delight, this morning I discovered that my milkweed bush has– not one, but five–Monarch butterfly caterpillars chomping away on it. Each tiger striped caterpillar has selected its own stalk of milkweed. How do they know to do that? Since I have four siblings, I’ve decided to name these beings […]
I pulled into my driveway after a hike with my dog. For a minute or two I sat there as I pondered the enormity of a particular problem I’m dealing with today. “What do you think I should do, Scott?”, I realized I had said this out loud. No sooner said than something caught my eye. […]