The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning
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Who’d’a thunk it?
Stipulated:
Even keeping all that in mind, I think this property devalues the Christie’s brand:
IIRC, it was a roadhouse eatery, back in the day, has been many things since then, and hasn’t been much in recent years.
The corn cob sat on the patio after an outdoor supper, awaiting a trip to the trash can, when an all-black woolly bear caterpillar appeared from nowhere.
I’m sure it’s a direct descendant of that one. We put this one in the garden, too, for the same reason.
Mary puts damaged cherry tomatoes beside our resident chipmunk’s favorite hideout:
The critter eats them from the inside out, then tosses the shredded skins.
Since she started leaving her offerings, the chipmunk has been leaving the good cherry tomatoes in her garden untouched. We’re both astonished at how many tomatoes fit inside one chipmunk…
That’s what Mad Phil taught me, back in the day, and it’s still true:
From the top:
Obviously, I don’t have enough adapters: I need one with N male to UHF male.
I actually spent money to get from the reverse-polarity SMA connector on the Wouxun radios directly to UHF female, matching the cable to the antenna mount in one step.
Sometimes an unsteady ziggurat of adapters isn’t appropriate.
We took a river cruise from Hudson NY on the first day of the Cycling the Hudson Valley ride and, being that type of guy, I spotted this redecorated rail car on the east shore of the Hudson River:
Feeding the obvious search term into the obvious search engine produced two other sightings in Minnesota during 2011. Puts one in mind of Where’s George…
Mad props: unlike most taggers, he / she painted around the car number and ID patterns.
It seems toads really like the plant cell packs that Mary uses to start her garden veggies:
The garden isn’t quite as snug, but the camouflage works much better:
It’s been a dry year and we haven’t seen many toads or slugs around the house.
Although we no longer see Monarch butterflies, our milkweed patch attracts Milkweed Tussock Moth caterpillars:
This one apparently died on the patio step, half the house away from the milkweed patch, and the rear spines (on the right) have begun falling out. During the next week, I teleported two more from that step to the patch, under the assumption they’d be happier on a tasty leaf than on a slate slab.
They were all early instars, very short and quite fuzzy. Later instars will be much longer, with more distinct tussocks.
I wonder if you could shear them and use the “fur” for decoration? It wouldn’t spin into thread like wool, but someone, somewhere, has surely performed art with Tussock Caterpillar spines…
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 