Meandering Thoughts

As anyone with a lick of sense knows, Druids believe that all the different plants and animals are important because they are alive. Yes. They are important unto themselves, because they are alive. Yes. Because they are alive, they are all fixing to do something. Maybe not much, but something. Then, once everyone, all life, has done a little something, everyone gets recycled, one way or another.

That’s what the Druids happen to know or believe. Others believe more. Oh yea verily, much more.

When Crumby discovers an unfamiliar bug at the CB, an almost daily occurrence, Crumby must then learn as much about that bug or vermin as possible. The bug does a little something, so does Crumby. That’s how those twain are hooked up, don’t you know. That’s how their twain lives mesh. Maybe, if Crumby likes what the bug is fixing to do, or it’s a pretty bug, Crumby shall provide that bug with a treat.

Here ye go. Such a good bug. Such a purty bug. Here’s some nice molasses fer ye. Now watch out ye don’t get stuck in it and drown. Mercy!

Yet, fixing to learn something about an obscure bug is not always easy. Although, the more you know, the easier it is to know more, less what you forgot in the mean time. But all that is off topic, a detour, an evasion.

So Crumby is fixing to learn more about Conura amoena, depicted electrically adjacent left (on Pavonia lasiopetala) and below. The adjacent left is brand new. Turns out, Conura amoena is a parasitic wasp, Family Chalcidiae. But so what. What does it parasitize? That’s what Crumby wants to figure out. Is it fixing to eat my dang bees, dern it?

Crumby searched and searched, but as usual, the better search engine, Google, produced little beyond the name and a miserable peekture or two, while the inferior search engine produced less. Much less. But then Crumby espied, Meandering Thoughts. Meandering Thoughts is the blog of a lady who happens to be the proprietress of a butterfly farm. That’s correct. She and her husband are butterfly farmers. Yet she is also a professed Christian. So naturally, everything the butterflies do on the farm reminds the proprietress of a lesson or parable. Like for example, metamorphosis from chrysalis to butterfly is similar to a Christian dying and then going to heaven. Only metamorphosis is nowhere near as good as going to heaven because we are better than butterflies in every way and God loves us lots more than he loves butterflies. So even though butterfly metamorphosis is more spectacular visually than going to heaven is, well, you have to use your dang imagination. Goodness!

All that said though, this lady claims to know a victim of this particular parasitic wasp. She writes that a victim is the cloudless sulphur (Phoebis sennae) and that the parasite attacks the chrysalis. Unfortunately, Crumby can not get at any of the pictures indicating this parasitic act because every time Crumby clicks on a likely spot on that blog, he is wafted off to a butterfly farm supply site advertisement. How crazy is that?

Well. Leave it to a Christian to figure out how to make a bunch of money exploiting butterflies for Goddess sake.