Happy Halloween!
Categories:
costa rica,
natural pest control,
spiders,
venomous
Photography & post by Unknown
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Photography & post by Unknown
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| The well-known hourglass marking of Latrodectus mactans, the black widow spider. |
The bolas spider below employs a different strategy. She does not capture prey in a web, but rather forms her silk into a sticky blob on the end of a strand. She swings this blob at moths that fly near enough to her. To entice her quarry, she secretes a chemical that emulates pheromones that the moths use to attract mates. She can even change the chemical signal to match the species of moths that are around. I've never been able to decide which was cooler: the rodeo style hunt, or the complicated chemical mimicry.
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| A Mastophora species Bolas Spider hunts with a sticky blob on a silk strand. |
The wolf spider does not hunt with a web at all, rather they stalk their prey and pounce upon them. Female wolf spiders carry their eggs with them, and when the young hatch, they continue to ride around on mom for a while. Wolf spiders are frequent visitors in basements, where they eat many other arthropods that may be less welcome. While a ball of baby spiders may sound like something out of a horror film, I find this parental care to be fascinating. I'd even go out on an entomological limb and say that it's kinda cute!
When insect photography goes bad
Categories:
biological control,
flies,
fun,
insects,
native species,
parasitism,
parasitoid,
photography
Photography & post by Unknown
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Photography & post by Unknown
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| The beautiful tachinid fly Trichopoda pennipes, cooked medium-rare a la torchiere |
Unfortunately, Trichopoda like
many insects exhibits a behavior that entomologists call "positive
phototaxis." This is the same behavior that draws a moth to a flame,
or as it were, a pair of flies to a 300-watt halogen floor lamp. As soon as I opened the container both flies
spiraled upward with Icarus-like disregard, achieving results comparable to the myth. Alas, rather than the
oviposition action shot I had hoped for, we are left with this photo of another
upside-down insect.
Her mate, I am afraid, fared even worse
and could not be salvaged at all.
Consequently, it smells of charbroiled death in here, and I am inspired
to retire for the evening.
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