Earwigs – (shudder)

Saturday, August 9, 2014.

While flattening out once-crumpled packing paper in the basement, to empty and flatten boxes and make room to move stuff around down there- I moved a pile of clean kitchen towels and discovered two earwigs hiding beneath them. (‘creepy’)

So then I wondered what earwigs eat.

And then tonight, I looked it up on wikipedia and this is what I found there:

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Earwig

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other uses, see Earwig (disambiguation).
Earwigs
Temporal range: 208–0Ma

Late Triassic to Recent

Earwig on white background.jpg
Female common earwig, Forficula auricularia
Scientific classification
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Arthropoda
Subphylum: Hexapoda
Class: Insecta
Order: Dermaptera
De Geer, 1773
Suborders
Synonyms
  • Euplecoptera
  • Euplexoptera
  • Forficulida

Earwigs make up the insect order Dermaptera and are found throughout the Americas, Africa, Eurasia, Australia and New Zealand. With about 2,000 species[1] in 12 families, they are one of the smaller insect orders. Earwigs have characteristic cerci, a pair of forceps pincers on their abdomen, and membranous wings folded underneath short forewings, hence the scientific order name, “skin wings.” Some groups are tiny parasites on mammals and lack the typical pincers. Earwigs rarely use their flying ability.

Earwigs are mostly nocturnal and often hide in small, moist crevices during the day, and are active at night, feeding on a wide variety of insects and plants. Damage to foliage, flowers, and various crops is commonly blamed on earwigs, especially the common earwig Forficula auricularia.

Earwigs have five molts in the year before they become adults. Many earwig species display maternal care, which is uncommon among insects. Female earwigs may care for their eggs, and even after they have hatched as nymphs will continue to watch over offspring until their second molt. As the nymphs molt, sexual dimorphism such as differences in pincer shapes begins to show.

Some earwig specimen fossils are in the extinct suborders Archidermaptera or Eodermaptera, the former dating to the Late Triassic and the latter to the Middle Jurassic. Many orders of insect have been theorized to be closely related to earwigs, though the icebugs of Grylloblattaria are most likely.

Alert?

Friday, August 8, 2014.

Somebody whose ‘psychic impressions’ / ‘messages’ I can’t dismiss
has received a much stronger than usual impression that ‘something major’
is about to transpire on August 23rd.
Something similar to 9-11-2001, but on a much larger scale.
She saw herself sitting on our sofa, crying her eyes out in compete shock and horror – watching or listening to news reports

London, England – New York City – Ottawa, Canada – & possibly other major western cities had all been ‘hit’ by something, she couldn’t tell whether it was a ‘Natural’ or ‘man-made’ disaster, but no communication at all could come out of these cities.

She said we were okay where we are, but lots of our relatives were in the danger zones and we had no idea whether they were alive or dead.

She said, in her scrambled state, all she could do was hug our dog and wonder whether we should try to go get take out Chinese or Chicken in a bucket.

I didn’t have time to ask her whether part of the problem was that we had lost power and services (electricity? internet? telephone?) or not.

Um, she could be off by a year or more. this could be happening in a parallel dimension- there could be absolutely nothing we can do to avoid this-

Or we can ‘Pray our bums off’ for Angelic / Spiritual Help to avoid this. & Prayers won’t hurt any-

—eek—

—————Jim

Very Old Stuff (pre-digital)

August 4, 2014 -(18˚C / 64˚F @ 10:07 & raining here.)

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   Never know where to begin-

I thought I’d try to tidy up a bit
    -for the exterminator?-
    as we’re moving me
    into this apartment

We never seem to get Anything done
    when we’re together-

came across an
    unfamiliar box
    contents in a jumble
    -all the time you’ve known me
    there’s been some kind of crisis
    looming very near
    very dark
    maybe it is the time of Man
    maybe it is a season
    for me to dance carefully
    between disasters
    and try
    -not to get crushed

Maybe our lives are
    portable messes
    that we can sort through
    or store as-is
    and maybe
    neatness doesn’t count at all
    it’s how you live
    and what you give
    to each other
    and the world
    around you-

((( Feels like circa 1991 ? )))

((( I don’t know if this is one of the things Jim Wrote and typed and left with me or is it something I sat down and wrote after one of our first attempts at a writers’ workshop? )))
———djo———

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“Nothing In This Book Is True,” From “Independent Canadian News” Blog

A ‘Must Read’ I should have added before

Thursday, 24 July, 2014. (The image’s caption did not survive the copy & paste)

Book Cover

Nothing In This Book Is True, But It’s Exactly How Things Are” by Bob Frissell. Is a book with quite a title. (I think Amazon dot CA {Canada} has the kindle version for something like $8.34 Canadian$)

The first time I discovered the Radio programme “Coast to Coast A.M.” (With Art Bell in those days) Bob Frissell was being interviewed on the subject of this book. I was immediately hooked. On both the talk radio late night programme and the book. It’s been a while since I first tried to absorb and understand what was in that book…

The author explained that beings in a civilization on Mars realized their planet was in danger of being completely wiped out, they looked around and built a time machine, jumped a million years into their future and landed on Earth. They immediately tried to conquer the locals, who happened to be the inhabitants of what we now call Atlantis. The Atlantians kicked their butts, and let them live. The aliens (which may be the greys that are famously abducting people these days?) waited a while and tried to conquer the Atlantians again. The Atlantians kicked their butts a second time and sort of confined them to a reservation somewhere around what is now the Yucatan area of Mexico. When these aliens came to the conclusion that a comet was going to collide with the Earth, they went to the Atlantians and said they could take care of the comet for them. But the Atlantians told them that the Comet was God’s Will and wouldn’t endorse their plan. The aliens then tried to rebuild their time machine but got something wrong and when they tried to use it, they tore the fabric of whatever maintained the inter-dimensional integrity around here and instantaneously knocked the planet from ‘Golden Age’ status way down ‘Everybody on the planet got real stupid real fast’ status, and other dimensional creatures that should not be, don’t like it here, don’t want to be here — were released and began to mess with our peace of mind.

I came away thinking that if this was not the literal Truth of our pre-recorded History (Or history that had been recorded and then lost when idiots burned down the Great Library in Alexandria)- Then it might be sort of Poetically True, like a parable, or something the author could get away with saying because the forces of darkness and evil would have torn him apart and burned his manuscripts if he tried to tell the actual truth.

There’s a whole lot more to this book, and to the author. And I am desperate to get my hands on another copy of this and see if I can absorb and digest any more than I did last time ((Now that my ego believes I might have more wisdom and the ability to see through b.s. a little more clearly than I could twenty years ago?)) — Something like that.

I think somebody has a kindle version of the book available for some weird price like $5.88. Check it out of the Startpage https search engine. Go find the startpage search engine first.

———thanks——,

—————-Jim

More Archives (zero zero two?) Deer With Fawn In our Back Yard

Doe & Fawn, Cathi’s Photo

Monday, July 14, 2014. 9:03 pm.

Cathi got  a much better shot with her cell phone than I did with my camera.

Doe and Fawn through Porch Window

There it is. Taken at about the same time I took my photos that came out so … um, not so good.

 

~~~~~Jim

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Doe & Fawn

Monday, 14 July, 2014 -( 28˚C / 82˚F @ 8:30 pm )-

Deer and Fawn

Deer With Fawn.

Our neighbours told us that the deer who has been coming around lately (which is odd behaviour for a deer, they usually disappear all summer and start coming around to augment their diet in September) had triplets and probably needs all the good food she can get.

Tonight we saw a deer and one fawn. I can’t tell one normal deer from another, so I don’t know if this is the mother of triplets and one of those fawns or not. And I had to use the flash and I didn’t want to scare them away, so these are the best photos I got.

~~~~~Jim

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Archive #004

(( This was posted as a page in the “Independent Canadian News” Newsy Blog  – Haven’t gotten around to uploading part two yet. ———Jim ))

The History of Governments and Police

Governments:

——— (Part One)———

——— (Once Upon a Time on Planet Earth….)

———(This is not the way things began here, this is the way things became after we hit rock bottom during the last recurring cycle, having forgotten what went before…)

——– The biggest, baddest thugs in the area would fight to the death and the winner would be declared ‘Chief’. The Chief pretty much had the power to beat anybody in his (usually ‘his’) area into submission. Somewhere along the line, a chief learned that he could share a little power. Let’s call the under-chiefs, ‘henchmen’ or ‘lieutenants’. If the Big Chief had several henchmen with slightly less power than he did, who were still afraid of him, they could keep the general population down and keep their eyes on each other to try to catch each other doing something the Big Chief wouldn’t approve of, so they could rat their fellow henchman out and gain favour in the Big Chief’s eyes.  As things became slightly more ‘civilized’ the Chief could call himself ‘King’ and call his henchmen ‘Nobles’ or ‘Knights’ or something like that (but they were still the second biggest, baddest thugs in the area). After a further period of time (second, third, fourth generation?) -the King might call himself an Emperor, Overlord, or something hinting at “I have the power of life and death over you and don’t you forget it.” He might also give his henchmen titles that evolved into “Dukes”, “Earls”, “Dauphines”, whatever…

——–  When the King and his ‘Ruling Class’ tried not appear so bloodthirsty and brutish, they contacted the second most ruthless gang of cutthroats, thugs, and  brutes in their region; called these thugs ‘Enforcers’, ‘Constables’, ‘Guards’, or something similar and gave them the power to brutalize and terrorize the peasants to keep them in line.

——— King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, in truth, would probably make the nastiest biker gang on earth these days look like a bunch of girl guides.

——— Have things changed much in the couple thousand years that this system has been ‘evolving’?

——— How many of you know what happened to way too many of the brave sailors that saved England from the Spanish Armada? The ‘Crown’ didn’t want to part with the gold they’d promised their defenders, so they had hundreds of them locked below decks on naval ships and starved them and allowed them to die of thirst. We know this because some of them were able to claw their way through the rotting hulls of some of the ships, escape and swim to shore before they were too weak to move. They did not broadcast their presence to everyone they came into contact with. They didn’t want the Queen’s forces to hunt them down and kill them. Most of them got as far away from the coast as they could and tried to live as free as they could. Their histories did quietly survive, possibly passed down from father to son, or mother to daughter in hushed tones and cautionary warnings, “Don’t think a soldier is handsome and dashing, young lady, without knowing that he’d as soon stab you in the back and rape you as bow graciously and ask you to dance.”

———Armies. You know the glorious Roman Army marched into battle with the spears of the second rank planted firmly in the middle of the backs of those in the front rank. And the spears of the third rank were similarly placed in the backs of those in the second rank, and so on. Sargents’ duties included killing their own men from time to time to set an example for the rest. The term ‘decimated’ originally referred to the practice of Roman Officers pushing every tenth soldier in a division that lost a battle over a cliff, or having them strangled or suffer some ignoble death in the eyes of their comrades. This is what they called ‘discipline’ in those days. I hope you don’t believe that we’ve come a long way since then.

——— (to be continued) 

Archive # Zero Zero Three

((((( From my first adventure on “LiveJournal” ———djo—— ))))))

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First Post [Aug. 2nd, 2006|02:42 am]
[ mood | weirdodd ]
[ music | silence. ]

Once upon a time there was a thing called the internet.

People used to build themselves web sites and get in touch with each other through ‘blogs’, instant messages and stuff like that.

The jury is still out about whether or not this internet thing was ‘good’ or ‘useful’.

But anyway-

Some people stuck their necks out and ‘posted’ messages.

And now, it appears, so have I.

…djo..

– From Remembrance Day – 2005 –

– { Marysville – Jim Wellington – Monday, July 6th, 2020 – +17˚C / +64˚F – Mostly cloudy in New Brunswick after a drizzly early morning. } –

— Draelen knew this was mine when he dug it out of our ‘archives’ box and scanned it :

- "2005, Year of the Veteran" - from Scouts Canada -

– “2005 – Year of the Veteran” – from Scouts Canada. –

— Veterans Day / Remembrance Day in Canada – Somewhere, maybe even in one of my old blogs, Cathi took a photograph of me ‘marching’ in the parade with a troop of cub scouts. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember whether her son, my step son, was marching { More like walking } in the parade with us It was a cold day, might have been raining during the parade to the ‘cenotaph’ – where we stood and looked somber while honor guards from Canadian Armed Forces stood motionless with their heads bowed and their automatic rifles aimed at the ground during the ceremonies. That is an actual patch I was supposed to sew onto my khaki uniform shirt, but I didn’t get around to it before my step son decided he never liked being in the cub scouts and refused to even think about going to another meeting. – He later joined ‘Air Cadets’ for a year or so – Anyway – This qualifies as ‘Archive’ material…

– – – – – Jim { —jrw— } 

Friday, January 10, 2003 –

Friday, 10 January, 2003 – ((¿ “22˚C in Helsinki, Finland” ?? Plus or minus??? ))

Alphaville is down.

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Diddie G

Rocks, Babbling Brook –

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