Four years plus or minus a week

Arrived at work this gloomy, hot, muggy, windy, pollen soup of a morning to find a striking moth on the red tile outside the door.  Haven't we met here before? Same door. Same floor.

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At lunch I stepped out to see if the moth was still hanging around. Yes, but what's that goo? Did somebody step on it? No. I'm pretty sure it was laying a great gob of round yellow eggs.

Why would it lay eggs on the red tile? Red-green color blindness? Returning to the ancestral home?

After work the eggs were still there, but the moth looked more than a little deceased. Do mother moths die as soon as they lay eggs? So many questions!

Beginning to find hints  with my recent treat, Peterson Field Guide to Moths of Northeastern North America with its clear illustrations. The best match is a "Salt Marsh Moth" or Estigmene acrea.

Do not worry about the salt marsh name. Yup, the moths emerge, mate, lay eggs, and die, looking very sharp for the whole 4-5 days. Kinda makes me feel better about my situation!




© 2013-2017 Nancy L. Ruder

Heavenly IT

A shortage of stars is preventing me from rating the audiobook of George Saunder's Lincoln in the Bardo. It is like nothing I ever experienced before, except that it is a type of collage. It is radically original and completely realized. If I could have listened straight through I would have, but 7.5 hours far exceeds my commute.

Nearing the end of the book there is much meeting of the minds in a cosmic intersection sense. Do not laugh, but it seemed appropriate that the remote I.T. techs had to take over and enter my computer to download an updated driver for my balky, stubborn HP printer. The cursor was possessed by an Other, and I could only listen for my few phone cues to log back in or unplug cords.

Energy! Light! Matter! Will! Acceptance! Plus Abraham Lincoln!



© 2013-2017 Nancy L. Ruder