Lleu Llaw - My Master Discovers Pegs
Naturally, the duty fell upon me, Lleu Llaw, humble servant to Crumby the Ovate. What duty? Easy that, capture one of those pegged grasshoppers, and take a picture of its peg. That peg or whatever shall be our first lesson in grasshopper anatomy.
Yepper, Crumby happened to be thumbing through my grasshopper tome when he espied Fig. 4. labeled as, Spur, prosternal spine of spurthroated grasshopper. Reflexively, my Master totally forgot the spell denoting this structure and gave it a new spell, peg. That’s no spur Lleu Llaw, that’s a peg. I need a picture of one of those pegs. You, Lleu Llaw need to capture one that looks just like Fig. 4.
How might I go about capturing that kind of grasshopper, Master?
Easy that Lleu Llaw, once upon a time I had a trusty large dip net. I removed from that dip net the web designed for our finny friends and substituted a net more appropriate for our insect friends. In those days, I sewed, efficaciously, so easy that. You could use that apparatus, Lleu Llaw, to capture the requisite grasshopper, but alas, the netting has all rotted away. Here, take this shoe box. You can grab that grasshopper with yer steady hand, then stick it in the shoe box. Uh. Lleu Llaw, don’t let the Lovely Druidess know what yer up to!
But Master, where shall I go to find such and such a pegged grasshopper?
Easy that Lleu Llaw. Those particular grasshoppers eat grass. Look for it in the grass. The more grass, the more likely you are to glom on to one of the subject grasshoppers. Uh. OK Lleu Llaw, once you get it on its back in the shoe box fer to take the picture of the peg, make sure that the shoe box is situated as framed in the camera all within the grasshoppers habitat and preferred food items since in this situation, those ecological items, habitat and food are the same difference. That way the picture shall reflect somewhat of the ecology of that grasshopper, notwithstanding the shoe box. Now head on out Lleu Llaw, while I distract the Lovely Druidess.
Mercy! The trouble with having an ovate for a Master is, I am seldom aware whether he is ovating versus bull shitting. Out I headed into the hot yet humid environment of the east pasture. Sure enough, at the very first or maybe second big patch of big grass I espied a grasshopper grappled onto a shrubbery rooted in the midst of the grass. Hark! That may be the very type grasshopper I am seeking. Reckon I can get a look at its prosternum without actually having to touch it?
Sure enough, with scant contortion I managed to espy the prosternum of that particular grasshopper. And that prosternum, sported a peg. Ha! This is my lucky day. Now if only that grasshopper will hold still while I take its picture. Hold it! That grasshopper may be dead. It has shown nary a sign of life. My master shall know if I have taken a picture of a dead grasshopper. Mercy! Should I poke it to see if it is alive? No, wait! I shall take the picture first, then poke the grasshopper to see if it is alive after I take the picture. That is a way better methodology, for I shall have my picture, yet if the grasshopper is dead, I shall merely find another grasshopper. Yet if it is not dead, I am all done.
Yepper, Crumby happened to be thumbing through my grasshopper tome when he espied Fig. 4. labeled as, Spur, prosternal spine of spurthroated grasshopper. Reflexively, my Master totally forgot the spell denoting this structure and gave it a new spell, peg. That’s no spur Lleu Llaw, that’s a peg. I need a picture of one of those pegs. You, Lleu Llaw need to capture one that looks just like Fig. 4.
How might I go about capturing that kind of grasshopper, Master?
Easy that Lleu Llaw, once upon a time I had a trusty large dip net. I removed from that dip net the web designed for our finny friends and substituted a net more appropriate for our insect friends. In those days, I sewed, efficaciously, so easy that. You could use that apparatus, Lleu Llaw, to capture the requisite grasshopper, but alas, the netting has all rotted away. Here, take this shoe box. You can grab that grasshopper with yer steady hand, then stick it in the shoe box. Uh. Lleu Llaw, don’t let the Lovely Druidess know what yer up to!
But Master, where shall I go to find such and such a pegged grasshopper?
Easy that Lleu Llaw. Those particular grasshoppers eat grass. Look for it in the grass. The more grass, the more likely you are to glom on to one of the subject grasshoppers. Uh. OK Lleu Llaw, once you get it on its back in the shoe box fer to take the picture of the peg, make sure that the shoe box is situated as framed in the camera all within the grasshoppers habitat and preferred food items since in this situation, those ecological items, habitat and food are the same difference. That way the picture shall reflect somewhat of the ecology of that grasshopper, notwithstanding the shoe box. Now head on out Lleu Llaw, while I distract the Lovely Druidess.
Mercy! The trouble with having an ovate for a Master is, I am seldom aware whether he is ovating versus bull shitting. Out I headed into the hot yet humid environment of the east pasture. Sure enough, at the very first or maybe second big patch of big grass I espied a grasshopper grappled onto a shrubbery rooted in the midst of the grass. Hark! That may be the very type grasshopper I am seeking. Reckon I can get a look at its prosternum without actually having to touch it?
Sure enough, with scant contortion I managed to espy the prosternum of that particular grasshopper. And that prosternum, sported a peg. Ha! This is my lucky day. Now if only that grasshopper will hold still while I take its picture. Hold it! That grasshopper may be dead. It has shown nary a sign of life. My master shall know if I have taken a picture of a dead grasshopper. Mercy! Should I poke it to see if it is alive? No, wait! I shall take the picture first, then poke the grasshopper to see if it is alive after I take the picture. That is a way better methodology, for I shall have my picture, yet if the grasshopper is dead, I shall merely find another grasshopper. Yet if it is not dead, I am all done.
posted by ray pistrum at Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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