Monday, August 24, 2026

Butterfly of the Week: Schaus' Swallowtail

This week's butterfly is considered a success by conservationists, but it still includes one of America's most rare and vulnerable butterfly subspecies. At least, historically it has included...some sources now list Florida's Schaus' Swallowtail as a separate species from the Caribbean islands' Dusky Swallowtail.


Photo from Butterflies of America, by Bill Bouton, 2008.


Photo from Butterflies of America, by Bill Bouton, 2008--possibly the same individual? Males tend to show more vivid contrast between black and pale yellow; females can, as shown, have even the red, white, and blue spots muted into stylish shades of brown and gray.

Heraclides aristodemus was known by other names before 1911, but has been called Schaus' Swallowtail since Schaus published this description:


Only the subspecies ponceana (sometimes ponceanus), among the other subspecies of Heraclides aristodemus, was considered critically endangered, though all of these large butterflies are somewhat vulnerable. Some scientists argued that ponceana was distinctive enough that it ought to be considered a separate species; most have not agreed with this claim. 

(Why is it either ponceana or ponceanus, but always and only aristodemus? Because Aristodemus, or Aristodemos, was an individual man's name--a soldier in the Iliad, one of those literary characters from whom older names for Swallowtails came. Ponceana or ponceanus refers to a place, though the place would have been named after Ponce de Leon and the traditional rule didn't say that all characters had to come from fiction; some others came from history.)


Some more notes on the namesakes of other Swallowtails:


Due to different sources' listing this species as Papilio aristodemus ponceanus, Heraclides aristodemus ponceana, or Heraclides ponceana, information about it--though abundant--is scattered around the Internet in a tedious and time-consuming way.

In flight it seems easy to confuse with other Heraclides--another very large Swallowtail, with fairly long tails, black or dark brown with yellow stripes above, yellow with black stripes and spots below. 

This butterfly's habits are adapted to survive in groves. Its flight is typically high and erratic; it likes to lay eggs high in the trees, on new leaves. Schaus' Swallowtails can fly more than five miles across water, between Keys. They can also fly around tree branches and spiderwebs. They are not great composters; males are likely to amuse themselves by claiming a territory, often a tree about ten feet above the ground, and patrolling it rather than joining male drinking buddies at a puddle. (They do, of course, drink both fresh and salt water, but the males don't spend their days sipping salt water, as many Swallowtails do.) They usually avoid places that are subject to flooding. 

They are even said to be able to stop in mid-air and fly backwards to confuse birds. This web site, without questioning the honor or the sobriety of people who claim to have observed this, does point out that most butterflies have been blown backwards by gusts of wind.

Some sources, such as Butterflies of America, accept the US-centric proposed reclassification of this species with H. ponceana ponceana (also called H.a. ponceana) as the nominate subspecies, and the other subspecies listed as H.p. bjorndalei, H.p. majasi, and H.p. latefasciatus


Photo of Heraclides aristodemus (aristodemus?) by Alejandro Sanchez, Puerto Rico.


Subspecies latefasciatus, also known as Heraclides aristodemus temenes, photographed by Alex Pemberton, Cuba, 2009.


Photo by Alex835, July, Cuba, 2020.

Subspecies majasi is found in the Bahamas, and bjorndalei in the Turks and Caicos Islands. The name majasi was coined to commemorate Mark J. Simon, since simoni was in use as a scientific name commemorating someone else, according to this paper identifying majasi as a distinct subspecies.


Heraclides aristodemus ponceana normally lives in what are called hammocks or hummocks--groves of tropical hardwood trees. It is not normally a pest on citrus fruit trees, though it can be confused with some of the other Heraclides butterflies that can become pests. Its favorite host tree is called torchwood. It can eat another native tree called wild lime (or cat-claw, or shake-hand, from its prickly bark), and will eat citrus leaves and fruit if offered them, but its instincts and habits lead it to live in dense groves of wild trees rather than well spaced plantings of citrus trees. Populations that have recovered since Hurricane Andrew have had access to torchwood.

In fact, the IUCN Data Book points out, torchwood and wild lime are relatively small trees that normally grow at the edges of groves of bigger trees. These trees, and the flowering bushes the butterflies like, appear after fires clear out space among the big trees. Probably these butterflies are adapted specifically to pollinate new growth after natural fires. 

Though it is one of the "giant" swallowtail family, Schaus' Swallowtail is not all that gigantic. With an average wingspread of 3.5 inches, its size is in between the Tiger Swallowtail or Monarch, and Florida's native Giant Swallowtail, H. cresphontes; its coloring fits the same general pattern as cresphontes and it has been called cresphontinus. Some individual H. cresphontes' wingspread is over 5 inches. However, Swallowtails are variable, and big aristodemus and small cresphontes can look almost alike from a distance. Only in 1911 did William Schaus prove that Schaus' Swallowtail was a different species and not an undersized subspecies of cresphontes

From a distance, it might even look like H. andraemon, which can live in the same habitat.


Florida's habit of spraying poison into the air, in a rather touching and pathetic attempt to control mosquitoes, is thought to have contributed to the near extinction of Schaus' Swallowtail. The butterflies are recovering on the Keys because the Keys are not normally sprayed. 

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Several hundred Schaus's swallowtails could still be seen on regular basis on north Key Largo in 1972, but the species declined dramatically in 1973 when the local mosquito control district began sparying Dibrom and Baytex as mosquito insectices in the keys [1].
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See also:


Damage done to humans by spraying has never been honestly assessed, though here I stand to testify that it costs Florida tourists. More pleasant (and effective) ways to control mosquitoes involve natural predators, of which many, like birds, frogs, lizards, and dragonflies, have high tourist appeal. Some birds might also eat Schaus' Swallowtail caterpillars, but these big caterpillars make quite a meal for a bird and, if not highly toxic, presumably taste nasty to birds. Nevertheless, presumably to humor those who believe the poison spraying is controlling the mosquito populations--which I did not observe to be the case on Florida's mainland--spraying is still allowed on Key Largo, where resurgent Schaus' Swallowtail populations could expand again, if humans would get out of the way.


Although Schaus' Swallowtails pollinate pretty flowers and their comeback was an interesting science story, Floridians can be a bit jaded about their unique wildlife. People were not as enthusiastic as you might think they ought to have been about bringing back these butterflies, despite their commendable tendency to avoid citrus groves.


Climate change could still destroy Schaus' Swallowtail. Actually, major climate change, such as that which could beproduced by putting a big "data center" in Georgia or Florida, could easily destroy Florida


A University of Florida teacher designed a virtual reality game to engage players with the idea of restoring Schaus' Swallowtail populations. So far, the game's popularity lags behind those of role models like Dungeons & Dragons or Pokemon Go, but give it time...


And the butterfly is featured on an "Endangered Pollinators" wall poster. 


Buy it:


Chegg uses the five traditional subspecies (Heraclides aristodemus aristodemus, H.a. bjorndalei, H.a. majasi, H.a. ponceana, and H.a. temenes) in a lesson on constructing "dichotomous keys":


(Of these names, bjorndalei seems to commemorate Florida biologist Karen Bjorndal. Temenes probably refers to a legendary King Temenos in Greek literature; as words temenos and temenes referred to the sacred ground dedicated to a Greek god--sometimes a grove. Latefascia means "banded sides" or "striped sides.")

They've been photographed by Joel Sartore: 


Colorful but lower-contrast female on the left. See the full-sized picture at:


Though Schaus' Swallowtails are big and beautiful, their human-avoidant tendencies may make them less charismatic than Tigers or Zebras. One blogger whined that Schaus' Swallowtails have "boring brown coloration." 


Say what? Photo of a male Schaus' Swallowtail posted by Jneal at 


Then again, males and females can look very much alike. (The one facing the top of the photo below is probably the female, going by her egg-loaded body shape.)


Photo by Pedrogenarorodriguez, Dominican Republic. 

Bah! Only some of the females achieve subtle brown and gray coloration. Many of these butterflies are gaudy but people just don't get to know them in the up-close-and-personal way most of us in the Eastern States know Eastern Tiger Swallowtails. Schaus' Swallowtails don't seem to crave salt desperately enough to lick humans' arms.

Scientists have reared ponceana caterpillars in university laboratories and released them into these groves. Photos and video: 


It is occasionally possible to see these butterflies at the Biscayne National Park. Attempting to "collect" them, or harming them in any way, would be a federal offense. Taking pictures is fine. You can also print off a copy of this brochure, or carry one, and report the sighting to the National Park Service. They would probably appreciate a copy of any photo you're able to snap, too.


However, you may notice that some of these links show people working with this species wearing masks and gloves and protective gear. That's not because of COVID. Schaus' Swallowtails live in places that are very friendly to mosquitoes...whose natural predators' populations have been decimated by continual spray poisoning. 

Some flowers Schaus' Swallowtails pollinate: 





https://www.fnps.org/plant/zanthoxylum-fagara#gsc.tab=0 (also a host plant for the caterpillars)




Both torchwood and wild lime bear fruit that some humans consider edible, though not likely to compete with oranges, limes, or kumquats. 

Eggs are laid separately, although caterpillars are sometimes said to be gregarious, and mother butterflies don't have to be particular about laying on the tenderest tips of the newest leaves.


Photo from Butterflies of America, by Alana Edwards, 2008. The leaf is torchwood.

The eggs hatch in a week or less. After that the caterpillars develop rather slowly for tropical butterflies, spending on average twelve days in each of their five skins. 


Photo by Carlos2262, November, Dominican Republic. 


More creatively ugly with each new skin, the older caterpillar retains the white collar and white tail segment. Photo by Jcs13, July, Florida.


The white tail segment flattens slightly and extends out at either side. Photo by Jcs13, same caterpillar.

Caterpillars can grow up to three inches long. Warty rather than bristly, they seem to be trying to look like the droppings of large sick birds. Possibly because their instincts have adapted to predation by ants, they put out their "stink horns" much more readily than some other Heraclides caterpillars. Their bite is not serious but, apparently on the premise that predators may not know this, they rear up and threaten to bite anything that touches them. For caterpillars they are large, and can chomp. And spit.


Photo by Isaacthelord, May, Florida.

Ants' predation on some species of caterpillars has been a "hot topic" recently. Though fire ant attacks are not known to have been a significant factor in the decline of Schaus' Swallowtail, they certainly aren't helping and a focus on ant-versus-caterpillar videos is likely to distract attention from the more serious problem of continual spray poisoning. Bigger, older caterpillars may be able to move away fast enough to survive. Smaller  caterpillars are often surrounded and eaten. Bigger ones can shove ants away with their heads or discourage ants with their osmeteria. A study quantifying how well this works focused on ants' ability to attack Heraclides cresphontes caterpillars, but H. aristodemus caterpillars will round on a nuisance with their long white osmeteria popped out, looking like something no reasonable person the size of an ant would want to meet. Ants are not reasonable persons.The caterpillars probably have to shove the ants off the twigs where they meet.


Pupation can last for most of either one or two years. Most butterflies emerge to fly in the season after they were caterpillars; some wait through another season. Eclosion tends to follow rain, when new leaves grow. Years when this species has two generations tend to be wet years.

The chrysalis looks like a twig, complete with splinters and spots that suggest holes in the wood...and then one day it doesn't. It splits open and releases the butterfly within.


Normally Schaus' Swallowtails eclose in April or May and fly, if they live long enough, until mid-June. In some years a second generation fly in August and September. 

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Web Log for 8.18-19.26

The Internet was on by 8.19.26. I spent the day digging up (and writing some of) the posts that should have been here on the previous three business days.  

Animals 

Out in the garden I was surprised, not by a caterpillar I've seen before, but by the size of what was immediately behind it. The dropping looked big enough  to be a bird dropping, but a little trail of liquid was still running off the leaf below it. Caterpillars' frass is usually small and inconspicuous...

This is not the individual caterpillar that I saw, but it's a specimen of the same type.


Photo by Wendybirds, New Mexico, September 2022.

I already knew that yellow or white caterpillars with random long black hairs are the larvae of Acronicta americana, the Daggers Moth, so called because the long hairs are hollow spines containing minute amounts of venom. They're not usually counted among our stinging caterpillar species but sensitive people say the spines do "sting"--just not as badly as the venom of the Slug, Io, and Buck Moth caterpillars. What I wanted to know was whether they produce very large droppings. After some digging Google said that they do. Their frass would look like greenish or brownish pellets on the ground below the leaf. Google did not mention very wet, blackish-looking pellets, three in a cluster, with liquid below.

I still don't know whether my caterpillar happened to be resting just forward of a fresh bird dropping, or had just succumbed to some sort of violent caterpillar diarrhea. Daggers have no economic value, so who cares. 

Those concerned about caterpillar venom should know the following rule; about yellow caterpillars found at this time of year: In all three species, the yellow hairs are simply coarse stiff short hairs--they'll prickle if they get down your neck, but they don't contain venom. In the species that have longer black or white hairs, the long hairs are stiff and spiky and may contain small amounts of venom. If they're covered in yellow hairs with no long black hairs sticking out, they're harmless Yellow Bears. If the long hairs stick out from apparently random points along the back, they're Daggers, more likely to be perceived as"stinging" than the Tussock Moth caterpillars.If the long hairs stick out from each corner of the caterpillar as viewed from above, they're Tussock Moths, usually perceived as harmless but with a "sting" very sensitive people notice. There are different species of Tussock Moths and, for that matter, of Daggers.

None of these caterpillars want to be picked up and cuddled. Black and brown "Bear" caterpillars are placid and don't react visibly being picked up, and some people trick the yellow ones into crawling over their hands, but no caterpillar really likes being interfered with by humans. If their willingness to crawl up on our clothes or shoes or even bare skin seems "friendly" to a child, you might want to explain that caterpillars are very nearsighted animals and probably have to get close to us to find out that we are not trees--it does not mean they want further attention.

Music 

It's a memoir. It's a playlist. Some of the songs are so obnoxious YouTube won't even display the words with closed captioning turned on. If that's not a problem for you, read and listen to this:


Harry Chapin. 


Adrian Ziegler.


Lovin' Spoonful.


Pulp. 


Politics (People Who Should Get out of) 

Kirill Basin, age 40 and already bald, is running for Congress as a D in Hawaii. The stress of campaigning must have got to him. When asked quietly to turn down the radio with which he was blasting the whole beach, he got up and began wandering about, yelling and swearing at people. Then he picked up a beach chair and swung it at a prospective voter. He didn't get the full Scott Sherwin treatment but he did get a learning experience. Video at 


Writing 

For those who live or winter in Florida, here's a writing contest for short stories, essays, poems, songs, or graphics about any Florida native plant that has special meaning for you. The host site mentions a photo contest, as well.

Friday's Book Review: Dogbert's Clues for the Clueless

Title: Dogbert's Clues for the Clueless

Author: Scott Adams

Date: 1993

Publisher: Andrews & McMeel

ISBN: 0-8362-1737-3

Length: 112 pages of cartoons

Quote: "You could buy some other book on etiquette, and in it you might find such useful tidbits as what kind of uniform the upstairs servants should wear, or the proper way to address the Pope when you meet him in person. But if you want practical information--like what to do after you sneeze in your hand--then you have to buy this book."

This book is for giving to the outstandingly rude co-worker. It shows and tells rude people:

"If your lips are extended beyond your nose, then you are about to do something rude."

"Don't try to crush people by pushing the 'close' button" (on an elevator).

"For some strange reason it is expected that guests bring gifts to parties. Generally, a host will know if your gift is something you found in your glove compartment."

How reliable is Dogbert as a guide to etiquette? What would you expect from a fat neutered male albino lapdog? He confuses Manx cats, which have extra-thick fur and short or missing tails, with Rex cats, which have very sparse fur and normal tails. He suggests that it's normal for Dilbert's dates to flirt with other guys, perhaps rude when Dilbert's dates forget that Dilbert is still there and kiss other guys, and definitely rude when Dilbert's dates get too carried away to stop kissing other guys when Dilbert tells them that in another five minutes he'll go home.

Dogbert also seems to think it's normal to be traumatized when new mothers feed their babies in public. I think it would be healthier if new mothers kept their babies at home, away from airborne germs, too, but I could wish that some of the other Dilbert cartoon characters (perhaps Angry Alice?) had at least suggested that Dogbert and other males might benefit from therapy to deal with the inferiority complex they're showing.

Anyway, if you know the cartoons, you know the very special etiquette and logic of Dilbert's world already, so why bother about inaccuracies? Dogbert's Clues for the Clueless contains more than a hundred cartoon strips that, at the time of publishing, had not appeared, in the newspaper. 

Thursday's Book Review: A Spell Is Cast

With apologies, Gentle Readers. Actually I do know what came over me, and, after this coming week, it's unlikely to come over me again. It's a one-time, off-blog job.

Title: A Spell Is Cast

Author: Eleanor Cameron

Date: 1964

Publisher: Little Brown & Company

ISBN: none

Length: 271 pages

Illustrations: drawings by Beth and Joe Krush

Quote: "Cory felt her heart lighten. She felt it quicken with excitement at sight of the gulls wheeling high up, being blown in the wind and then planing down on still wings."

Cory has always lived with her mother, mostly in New York City. During the time frame of this family romance, a spell is cast over Cory by the new pleasures she discovers at her grandmother's house on the northern California coast. Not only does she discover cliffs, caves, seabirds, boats, and beaches; she also meets interesting people her own age (unspecified, but apparently between twelve and fifteen) and bonds with the woman her uncle ought to have married.

Of course, Fergie and Andrew, the elderly hired couple whose names started to sound newly ironic around the time this book went out of print, claim that a spell was cast on Cory from the very beginning. She's enchanted because she happens to be lefthanded, and her name sounds like the word they used for this quirk in Scotland, "cawry-fisted."

Then there's the vague sense of pleasant wonder that Eleanor Cameron had such a way of weaving into her novels. Cory's uncle and his girlfriend would probably have been reconciled in any case. In 1964 anybody who played a musical instrument would probably have played the old tune "Greensleeves." Because this is an Eleanor Cameron novel, the adult romance has to be restarted when Cory hears each half of the former couple playing "Greensleeves" and thinks people who know such a lovely tune just have to be meant...Female readers seem to have forgiven Cameron's heroines, especially Julia Redfern, for this kind of self-dramatization.

The Krushes add their own kind of enchantment with their lavishly detailed drawings of old houses, cars, and costumes. Their line drawings were sketchy, almost cartoonlike, and for shading they simply scribbled with the side of the pencil, yet you could pick out any object the Krushes drew from a group of possible real-life models. This team had such a unique talent that even fellow illustrator Elizabeth Enright contributed two books (about a 1960s family who discover and restore a well preserved 1890s neighborhood) to the list of Krush-illustrated books. A Spell Is Cast sold well in the 1960s and 1970s and is probably one of the easier Krush-illustrated books to find...but it's not cheap.

This book is recommended to anyone who wants to recapture the spell this book cast over girl readers in middle school. As an adult romance, its plot may be a bit thin...or it may re-enchant romantic types' inner children enough that they'll forgive this book for having more scenes of childish wonder at beaches than scenes of grown-up passion. The passion is there all right; it's just family-filtered.

Book Review: The Merry Widow

Title: The Merry Widow

Author: Grace Nies Fletcher

Date: 1970

Publisher: William Morrow & Company

ISBN: none

Length: 245 pages

Quote: "This title was thrust upon me involuntarily by a television MC in Baltimore who was introducing me as the author of my book, What's Right with Our Young People?"

The author of In My Father's House and Preacher's Kids goes on to say that the bumptious young man first said she "looked like a schoolteacher," and then, thinking that that didn't sound "pretty" enough," rushed on to report that her extensive travels after her husband's death made her a "merry widow." Mrs. Fletcher admitted that this phrase is a bit self-contradictory, but then, she always had believed in the healing benefits of merriment. She had travelled widely with her husband, and refused to stop travelling without him.

So she wrote this book, not as a straight travel guide nor as a straight memoir, but in hopes of amusing other senior citizens. Possibly, she thought, inciting them to enjoy their retirement more, whether they were coupled, widowed, or single.

Like Mrs. Fletcher's other books, this one is entertaining, with dry little jokes: "The saddle was wooden with a thin sheepskin thrown over it, and when I leaped astride and felt for the stirrups, there weren't any."

"After we'd wandered about shrine-hunting for a few hours, we finally took a taxi and discovered that the directions should have been exactly reversed. Polly, who had lived here before, shrugged. 'He had to tell us whether he knew the way or not. Otherwise he would have lost face.'"

"Even the mosquitoes at Penang are polite...They don't boast, as the Bangkok ones do, 'I'm going to bite, I'm going to bite, I'm going to bite!' The Penang mosquitoes simply do their stuff and fly away, and live to bite another day."

Writing The Merry Widow seems to have cheered Mrs. Fletcher up. On the Fletchers' last flight together, the plane bumped, and she tells us that, knowing her husband had only a few days left, she "thought how pleasant it would be to die together." Still, inevitably, those of us who are born with an inclination toward merriment find it on the other side of grief. The mishaps of travel become funny. The lighter sides of work, books, people, float back into consciousness. Eventually laughter even stops dissolving into tears every time we realize that someone is no longer here to share the joke. At which point, if you were Grace Nies Fletcher, you would write another book.

The readers Mrs. Fletcher had in mind for this book were probably senior citizens, mostly female, who would have found the Red Hat Society too brassy. By now, however, the ideal reader for The Merry Widow might be anyone who's interested in the tourist attractions of Europe and Asia and would enjoy comparing the way these places are now with the way they were in the 1960s

This book is becoming hard to find; when the review was first posted Amazon had pages for another book, and of course a music score, with the same title, but no page for this one. Now it has a page, but no guarantee that the actual book is in stock anywhere as many buyers and sellers are pulling away from Amazon.

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Book Review: It's the Stupidity Stupid

Title: It's the Stupidity, Stupid

Author: Harry Shearer

Author's web page: http://www.harryshearer.com/

Date: 1999

Publisher: Ballantine

ISBN: 0-345-43401-3

Length: 104 pages

Quote: "I'd like to thank the voters and politicians of America for making this book both possible and necessary. You know who you are. Sue yourselves."

If the title It's the Stupidity, Stupid, does not instantly recall Bill Clinton's campaign slogan, "It's the economy, stupid," to your mind, you are too young to appreciate this book. If it does, and you were in Washington during the Clinton years, you've heard all the jokes in this book. Otherwise, there may be some chance that Clinton jokes (and fun facts) exist that you've not heard, and this book is where you'll find them.

Harry Shearer was not originally one of the people who hated Clinton--or, more accurately, hated that Clinton had become President. It took a lot of redneckery to prompt a Democrat to write this compendium of Clinton's mistakes as a sort of study of How the President of the United States Should Not Behave.

Of course, the problem with writing political satire is that one has to beware of alleged facts that can't be proved. Shearer writes, "FDR, whose marriage may yet turn out to be the template for the Clintons' (he and Eleanor both had girlfriends)..." Having made a serious study of the Clintons at the time, I automatically think: Not quite. "Girl friends" means those of the primary school and neighborhood park crowd who happened to be girls; all normal Americans had girl friends, at least when they were little girls or boys, or their children were. "Girlfriends," in the sense of female bedmates, has never been proved. Eleanor Roosevelt had lesbian admirers and tried to be kind to them, but surviving documentation proves only that Mrs. Roosevelt rejected certain lesbian propositions.

Unfortunately for Clinton fans, most of the facts in this book have been verified. And Shearer's presentation of them is funny, and more tasteful than a lot of the comedy that was floating around Washington in the 1990s. So, if you like Clinton jokes and haven't already read this book, read it for the chuckles and the memories.

Book Review: Insects Do the Strangest Things

Title: Insects Do the Strangest Things

Author: Leonora & Arthur Hornblow

Date: 1968

Publisher Random House

ISBN: none

Length: 60 pages

Illustrations: color drawings by Michael K. Frith

Quote: "The dragonfly does not look like a dragon. It does not look like a fly. It looks like a pretty little airplane."

This book has no introduction. It hardly needs one. The first paragraph is typical of what's in Insects Do the Strangest Things: fun facts about insects, written to challenge primary school readers.

Children of all ages (as well as adults) like fun facts, so this book and its companions, Birds Do the Strangest Things and Fish Do the Strangest Things, may be good choices for older readers as well. They're excellent choices for older siblings who like, or can be persuaded, to read aloud to preschoolers.

At the time of publication, this book also deserved commendation for not encouraging children to kill moths, butterflies, and beetles for their collections. As I recall, all the other nature books I had at this time, if they mentioned insects other than honeybees, told us how to kill the insects and display the bodies. It's possible for country children to acquire an impressive collection of moths and butterflies without killing anything, but now even no-kill collections are out of fashion because their popularity encouraged people to kill too many specimens that should have been allowed to live and multiply.

However, before sharing this book with children, parents may want to make up their minds about the ethics involved in filling a bottle with fireflies to use as a lamp. (When we read this book, my parents asked my brother and me how we would like to be trapped in a bottle.)

Insects Do the Strangest Things also encourages children to try keeping a praying mantis as a pet. This is definitely preferable to trying to control nuisance insects with poison sprays, which damage the environment and may cause allergies and/or build up toxicity in humans. Mantids, like their biological "cousins" in the roach and cricket families, often seem completely unafraid of humans. They can be trained to approach a human and beg for food treats. Bold, cleverer than many insects but none too bright, some of them even seem to enjoy having their backs stroked. Unlike roaches and crickets, mantids eat only other living insects, so they don't spread diseases...but parents may want to make a decision before a child decides to want a mantis for a pet.

Mantis egg cases are often sold for organic pest control. They work best if the eggs are kept at natural light and temperature conditions, in a safe place from which the baby mantids can move right back outdoors as soon as they hatch. Mantis hatchlings don't just eat the eggshells; if not exposed to other prey fast they'll eat each other.

A fun fact not discussed in the chapter on dragonflies is that some species of dragonflies, as well as mantids and paper wasps, like to be around humans because they eat all the insects that annoy humans. The old superstition that dragonflies will use their needle-shaped bodies to sew up someone's ears or nose may have started when people observed how often dragonflies perch on a human's ear or nose. Although few humans enjoy being perched on by dragonflies, the dragonflies do this in order to catch and eat flies, gnats, and mosquitoes.

Most of the insects discussed in this book are harmless, enjoyable species, but the book does discuss flies, mosquitoes, ants, and fleas (although technically fleas aren't insects). Neutrality is maintained. The Hornblows leave it up to parents to tell children whether spraying insects is ever justifiable.

However, enjoying the fun facts in Insects Do the Strangest Things may be a good preparation for a Green child to grow up interested in encouraging insect predators rather than trying to poison insects.

Book Review: The Four-Story Mistake

Title: The Four-Story Mistake

Author: Elizabeth Enright

Date: 1942

Publisher: Holt Rinehart & Winston

ISBN: my copy has none

Length: 177 pages

Illustrations: drawings by the author

Quote: "There were thirty acres of land that went with the house, and a sample of everything delightful, short of an active volcano and an ocean...brook, woods, stable, hollow tree, and summerhouse."

After the fictional Melendy family's New York brownstone caught fire, the old lady the children learned to appreciate in The Saturdays invited them to spend the summer at her beach house. Then she helped their father sell the brownstone and buy an old farmhouse in the Adirondacks where the children could explore the things that really interested their author. The Four-Story Mistake is the name of their new home (meant to be four storeys, it was built only three storeys high by mistake). Here they discover architecture, antiques, and history, especially the Victorian Era that most interested Elizabeth Enright.

They don't lose their own interests. Actually, they grow in them. Mona, whose fifteenth birthday apparently occurs during the time frame of the book, qualifies for a paid acting job in a 1940s live-production radio soap opera. (It could have happened, back then.) Thirteen-year-old Rush gets a tutoring job. Meanwhile, they discover the secret room where the Victorian papa tried to wall off the memory of his runaway daughter, ride to school on antique bicycles, and will be cruising around, by the end of the book, in a surrey with fringe on top.

Of course, this book is a piece of its own historical period too. It's not just that the Melendys are Christians, in the bland unobtrusive way mainstream publishers expected at the time. It's that when they raise money by putting on talent shows, or even find a genuine diamond in the brook, they rush into town to buy...war bonds!

Some children enjoy learning new words from context clues, in phrases like "their swelling necks and biceps," "a light shining vertically through the rain," or "junior prima donnas temperamenting around the house." These children may or may not have been formally identified as gifted, themselves, but they also enjoy reading about the gifted and talented Melendy family; they're the ones who kept these books in print for forty years.

Perhaps family members who can explain concepts like war bonds and gramophones to eight-year-olds are in shorter supply than they were in the 1970s. Perhaps, too, the three later volumes in this four-book series gave me more pleasure than the first ones because they have a strong regional flavor; they're about the Appalachian Mountains all right, and there's not a coal mine or a moonshiner in this book. (There's a moonshiner in Then There Were Five, though.) Still, this is a classic book by a Newbery Award author. Every child deserves the opportunity to discover Enright's books.

Food from My Geographical Area That I Don't Like

The Long & Short Reviews challenge for this week is another easy one: "local" food that I don't like.

That would be the things people started eating, and made "traditional," due to hunger, or to disguise the nastiness of spoiled food...

1. Wine

When fruit juice starts to go bad, the fructose and water in it ferment into alcohol, and it becomes wine. To some people wine smells and tastes good. Better them than me. Most people in my part of the world don't drink wine, but some people, who raise wine grapes, want to expand the market for wine.

2. Vinegar

When fruit juice goes completely bad, the alcohol decays into acid, and it becomes vinegar.  To some people vinegar is at least useful as a preservative. To me food that's been preserved in vinegar smells  and tastes as if it's not been preserved at all. It's nasty. Bury it. But many people of German or French descent seem to feel that they need some vinegar mixed into something with every meal.

3. Cheese

Long ago people discovered that milk in the stomach of a young animal absorbs rennet and curdles into cheese. Some people believe that cheese, being partly digested milk in which the lactose has already started to break down, is easier to digest than milk. My body disagrees with this theory. I can digest a little milk or cream from time to time, but no cheese.

4. Mayonnaise

If you beat enough air into clear oil and vinegar, they form a white substance that looks like cream and tastes like vinegar. Some people want a little of this stuff on every salad and sandwich they eat; some can make a sandwich of bread and mayonnaise alone. They may have every single bit of mine.

5. Salad Dressing

In addition to mayonnaise there are at least a hundred other concoctions made of oil and vinegar that some people like to use to "dress" a salad. I prefer my salad naked. Vegetables are better with neither oil nor vinegar. If you want to add calories from healthy fat, mix nuts or meat into the salad. If you want to coat things with liquid, use juicier vegetables.

6. Potato Salad

People of German descent traditionally cooked potatoes, let them get cold, coated them with oil and vinegar, and mixed them with other vegetables and/or meat to form what they call a potato salad. To me, there are potatoes, which taste best when they're piping hot, and there are salads, which taste best when they're room temperature or chilled, and these two separate things belong in separate dishes.

7. Sauerkraut

People of German descent traditionally preserved cabbage by letting it ferment. When I was a child some people paid debts to my parents, partly, in jars of sauerkraut. The'rents accepted those jars with gratitude, buried the contents, then cleaned and reused the jars. For all of us, cabbage is good when it's fresh and raw, and then you wait till next year to enjoy cabbage again.

8. Pork

Many people in my part of the world would raise a pig, or pigs, until they were about a year old and big enough to be dangerous. Then they'd kill the pig and cook the meat in various ways, supposed to kill all the germs and worms that a pig naturally contains, and eat the preserved pig's body as their primary form of meat all through the next year. It was economical all right, and some parts of a preserved pig don't even taste bad, but I've always thought Moses must have had some very good reason to tell people not to do this. Pigs can share a lot of diseases with people.

9. Buttermilk Biscuits

When fresh milk stands for a few hours, before it starts to go bad, it separates into cream that can be churned into butter, and a defatted, sour-tasting, lumpy milk residue known as buttermilk. (This is real buttermilk. Supermarket buttermilk is fermented with chemicals so that it looks and tastes similar, and you can sour milk with a bit of lemon juice so that it works similarly in baking, but those are not the real thing.) A few people like to drink buttermilk. Most people use it in cooking, to react with baking soda and leaven breads. The simplest form of bread made with baking soda and buttermilk, mixed in with flour, salt, and butter or lard, is known as buttermilk biscuits. It does not look or taste like the biscotti or other sweet cakes European and British people call biscuits. Buttermilk biscuits are like real Southern cornbread, only made with white wheat flour instead of cornmeal. I actually like the taste of buttermilk biscuits but I don't digest them, because wheat, and I was always taught that they're pure junk calories--the nutrition in wheat is in the bran that's been sifted out of that white flour.

10, Blackberries

Blackberries don't taste bad and there's no special reason to avoid them. I don't like to bother with them because, in the orchard, they come in between raspberries, wineberries, cherries, and blueberries, not to mention ground-cherries, and interfere with picking, eating, and preserving these fruits that I like much better. If blackberries only ripened in midwinter, I'd like them. (In late autumn, nut season, I have similar feelings about black walnuts. They're not bad at all, except that, coming at the same time when so  many other nuts are so much better, they're sort of boring.) Generally anything edible that grows fresh out of the ground is acceptable, but some things that grow fresh out of the ground are more delicious than others.

Bad Poetry: Friday's Missing Poem

I never did get through enough of the cyberchores to read Friday's poetry prompt, but the Feral Elberta Peach Tree has been doing its thing...

embattled peach tree
fires blood-red fruit: defiance
against poisoners

Petfinder Post: Corgis and Cats

You didn't think this web site was going to miss posting a Petfinder photo contest just because we missed some online time, did you? This is the week we learn about Corgis. You know, those little cute dogs Queen Elizabeth II used to keep a pack of. 

Corgis come from Wales. There are two distinct bloodlines, Pembroke and Cardigan. Cardigan Welsh Corgis have a longer average lifespan, but they're the breed the Busybodies of Britain want to render extinct. 

Why? Several things are listed as "down sides" to keeping Corgis. Some are trivial--the dogs' fluffy coats shed throughout the year with especially heavy shedding in spring. On the more serious side, their relatively long spines, proportionate to their short legs, are prone to diseases and deformities. Most Corgis who live to grow up are healthy but a few are genetically doomed to gradual, creeping paralysis. 

Another problem with these foot-high dogs is that they are herders, and to compensate  for being shorter than Collies, German Shepherds, or Blue Heelers they sometimes assert themselves and nip at ankles. And if they don't have cows or sheep to herd, they may try to herd--and nip at--humans. They often have a deep "big dog" bark they can use to demand due respect, but even if they have that asset they can easily become yappy and nippy. 

Obviously the Queen, who could have had any dogs she wanted, loved her Corgis. Most people who buy or adopt Corgis do. There is a lot to be said in favor of this breed and neither bloodline deserves to go extinct, but the Busybodies don't think you can handle Corgis. Especially not the Cardigan strain.

Cardigan Corgis are a little larger than Pembrokes and, frankly, not as cute, and they weren't represented in the royal dog pack. They are often seen as crossbreeds when they are actually pedigreed specimens of their own type. They have long fluffy tails, sometimes described as like little fox tails, and relatively big, rounded, stand-up ears. 

Both kinds of Corgi are intelligent dogs who need "jobs" that exercise their bodies and minds. Freqiemt walks and daily grooming are essential. Jumping or going downstairs can injure their backs. They like being near their humans whether that means lots of ourdoor work or lots of sitting at a desk, but it's important not to let them become overweight. They're not built to carry surplus weight.

Perfinder rarely features a Corgi. Most Corgis are loved. Though Petfinder recognizes the Corgi category, homeless dogs in that category tend to be crossbreeds, usually with Pembrokes. Relatively few Cardigan Corgis have been brought to the US.

Zipcode 10101: Numi from Korea by way of Long Island 


Numi is described as a mix of Corgi and Korean Jindo. She was rescued along with her two puppies, who were adopted fast. Numi has taken longer to be adopted because she's blind. They prefer that she be adopted in a quieter place than NYC.

Honey & Buns from NYC 


Just another pair of kittens whose human didn't want them and didn't have enough sense to prevent... growlgrowlgrowl. Anyway, this is a brother and sister who really should be adopted together, though the shelter might let you take just one as a companion to another kitten close to their age. Take them both. They're small.

Zipcode 20202: Indy from South Carolina by way of DC 


Rescued from a hoarder, Indy has had little chance to learn how to be a good pet dog, but she's affectionate and willing to learn. 

Carli from South Carolina by way of DC 


Abandoned during this summer's soccer mania, Carli came to the shelter with at least two siblings. They don't mention her needing to be adopted with her siblings but, as regular readers of this web site know, kittens are easiest to live with when there are more than one. They want to play with one another as well as with toys, though Carli likes to play with toys.

Zipcode 30303: Zazu from Atlanta


They're not sure what breeds went into this little dog. He shows breed features of Corgi and Malinois--a Mini-Mal? He'd love to help herd your sheep, or maybe ducks, or whatever you have. 

Scoot & Boogie from Atlanta



Under circumstances too horrible to describe, each of these kittens lost a hind leg. They still bounce, pounce, purr, and cuddle almost as if nothing had happened. They are a bonded pair, likely to do best if adopted together.

Watching Fox

While waiting for my own computer to be reconnected I spent an hour or so watching Fox News, and this is what I learned...

1. Lindsey, or however she spells it, Clancy murdered her three children because, after using "psychiatric medications," she heard voices telling her she had no choice but to kill her children and herself. Everyone knows she did it. She admits she did it. The only question is whether a jury will send her to prison or to a hospital for life. In her place I think I'd prefer the prison, but in any case living with her family, dating, having more children, doing a job or going to church, are options she's written out of her life. Why do news readers need to spend time dwelling on this tragedy? Why aren't they moving forward, letting this wretched woman be forgotten so her relatives can get on with their lives? And where is the discussion of which drugs did that to her brain and which pharmaceutical company her family should be able to sue?

2. A gang of young people raided and apparently just about destroyed a liquor store while some of the gang were driving recklessly outside the store to distract attention. Some people think this may be a consequence of their growing up in a "lower trust society" where they weren't free to roam the streets after school or sleep over at friends' houses. Bah humbug. For what it's worth, I didn't have a friend at whose house my parents would let me sleep over--because "That would mean reciprocity," Mother later explained when admitting that actually one school friend's mother had asked. My brother didn't have such a friend, either. My sister had such a friend, but only one. My parents didn't want to take responsibility for teaching crash courses in radical Green lifestyle alternatives to everyone in our classes. Only a child from a fairly radical Green family could even visit us for an hour after school. And y'know something? That has never caused either of us to want to trash a liquor store. I have been seen in a liquor store--only in Maryland, only because in Maryland a liquor store is where you cash checks if you don't have a bank account. I didn't like the place or its proprietors, but I never felt hate-crazed enough to want to go back and trash the store. Iirc I just wanted to get back to work and earn some more money. I don't know why those kids wanted to trash that store but I know it's not because they didn't have sleepover friends in middle school.

3. And the Democratic Party's strategy is to look for younger, cuter candidates, so that's what the Rs need to be doing, too...The news readers mentioned Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and didn't even mention that Anna Paulina Luna is more than a match for her. ("I would've thought you would've wanted to watch those two debating the Farm Bill on C-SPAN," I said to a girl-watching male acquaintance earlier in the year. "AOC and APL were on the same side for once! All of that long black hair flying in all directions!" Actually both of them do pretty well at keeping their hair under control on the job.)  I've often mentioned that Ilhan Omar does a lot for a hijab, too. But Mamdani and that other Islamofascist creep? Cringe. Those faces don't even look sanitary.

I have been known to mention Gate City's own Terry Kilgore as an example of a young, good-looking Republican. We share the baby-face gene. Since reaching age 60 he's finally started to look old enough to be conspicuous in a college freshman class. In any case the salient point may be less "who looks good in a T-shirt" than "who actually is young enough for millennials to relate to," and those are two different concepts. I think there may be more baby-boomers than millennials who look good in T-shirts and tight jeans.Though Anna Paulina Luna probably does, Charlie Kirk certainly did, and Candace Owens, Erika Kirk, and Laura Loomer could be a poster trio of young cute conservatives if they'd stop catfighting.

Herewith, as a favor to Fox, a Top Ten List of Non-Left Public Figures Who Look Fit and Healthy and, at Least to Those Who Love Them, Undoubtedly "Hot": (All photos and video links from Google.)

1. RFK--in his way. He's not young but he is fit. The pale grey eyes and deep tan are an unusual, I might even say startling, some would say alarming, combination. My father had that combination so I'm used to looking at it. Some people were scared of him and some seem to be scared of the Secretary too, not even because either man has even started shredding their preconceived notions about anything, but on a more primal level of Are you SURE you're not a ghost? Pooh. Anyway, whether you're attracted to the legendary Kennedy charm or scared by the pale eyes, Secretary Kennedy works out regularly and could be a model for T-shirts. Or exercise videos. He has actually published a topless exercise video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deolshNz3lE (Warning: topless 70-year-old man looking buff.)

2. Anna Paulina Luna, the young woman I might once have wanted to look like.


3. J.D. Vance...yes, I see our Vice-President as young. His wife is a Beauty and on his good days he doesn't look out of place beside her. Actually a lot of people in the current presidential administration look as if their credentials included looking young and cute relative to the current President, and the only reason why Fox didn't pick up on that is that the current President's idea of "young" seems to be "well preserved at 60 or 70 years old."As distinct from being 80 years old like him.

 
4. Young (Oak) Kim. There are probably a thousand people whose real name is Young Kim. Two of them are competitve golf champions. There's even another well-known person whose name is Young Oak Kim. Anyway, the US Representative from Orange County, California, is probably the most distinguished person using that name. She's about my age actually, but she looks as if she might literally be young.


(It should probably be mentioned that Pennsylvania has a young politician whose real name happened to be Neil Young. He wasn't much to look at but his photo definitely shows that he's not a close relative of the rock star by that name. He lost the election, probably because the rock star had annoyed  a lot of people. Rock star Neil Young looks Metis but says all his known ancestors were White. Pennsylvania's Neil Young looks White.)

5. Maria Elvira Salazar. She's not really young either, but you'd never know it from her photos. 


6. Madison Cawthorn. When elected he was the youngest Congressman we'd ever had. He's still close, and as a paraplegic he looks like absolute "inspiration porn."  


7. Brandon Gill. He is currently the youngest man in Congress. 


8. Stacey Dash. She's not very young.  (When De, the character, was fifteen, Dash, the actress, was twenty-eight. This helped to set the rule for all the TV and novel sequels that De was the smartest, most mature of the teen fashion victims in Cher's social clique.) She was not elected to Congress, either, which may not be surprising given that she's best known for playing a "Clueless" teenybopper and modelling dresses that push the limits of legal "decency," but she is movie-star pretty.


9. CJ (Coreco Jaquan) Pearson.


10. Amanda Batten, formerly on the staff of Delegate Brenda Pogge, now campaigning for Pogge's former position. 

Web Log for 8.18.26

First I should probably explain why there was no web surfing at all on 8.17.26. No posting, either.

In a very organized, tidy, efficient way I pulled down all the first year's posts from Bad Poetry (TM), compiled them into a chapbook, got them nicely formatted into Kindle, and only then found out that Kindle no longer recognizes people's passwords. At least not for anything that might involve money. For that they demand that you be tied down to some sort of cloud-based gadget. The "apps" they want people to use to format Kindles don't even work on real computers any more, though my formatting choices were simple enough that the Kindle looked decent anyway.

Two things were learned from this very valuable experience:

1. We all need to stop using Amazon. Not because Pris is feeling peevish--I'm not, actually. Because Amazon is too useful to lose without a fight, and the only way to save it is to withhold money and attention from it until it starts to feel the loss. 

Every time you use anything cloud-based, you're feeding the demand for those horrible "data centers" that are destroying neighborhoods. Amazon, I learned later in the day by talking to someone who's been exchanging e-mail with Bezos, is in the process of building one in western Texas (where they might be able to find a suitable patch of desert a hundred miles from anywhere, but people will still be sorry, when "Fredi's Cantina, !!Last Water for 150km!!" dries out and shuts down) and one in Ohio (where there is no suitable place for one of these neighborhood-killers, I don't care how rusty the Rust Belt is, they still have land that could grow food). We need to starve these very bad ideas. We need to knock the sick idea of putting a monster "data center" in any part of Ohio right out of Bezos' head.

The only thing that is likely to get into Bezos' head is a loss of money. So we all need to dry up the Amazon.com. Finish the Kindle book you're reading, close it, and don't open Kindle again. And stop using those cloud-based devices. Connect to the Internet only from real computers with disk drives. If Microsoft and Amazon want to stop working for real computers, let'm stop working. Both companies can only benefit from a good whack in the pockets.

You like the Internet, and the convenience of unlimited text messages and so on and so forth. So do I. But the only way to save the Internet from itself is to pull back. Force the companies to consider the suicide race with China that Trump keeps blathering about. If China wants to jump off a bridge, we need to be standing on the bank with ropes, NOT racing China to the bridge.

2. I wanted to test the hypothesis that I could hand-sell more locally printed chapbooks than Amazon could e-sell more Kindle chapbooks. Too bad for me, I may never know. But the books are all ready to print on demand, and trust me, they look a lot better on 8.5x11" of paper than they do on some lame-brained "tablet." These are all new, formal poems (more unrhymed forms than I've used here, percentage-wise) that have never appeared on this site and never will. To read them, you have to buy them. Default typefont is 12-point Times New Roman; bigger or bolder type--even sans-serif type, if anyone actually finds it easier to read--is available on request.

The Outlook e-mail address at the bottom of this page is still functional--to the extent that anything Microsoft ever is, any more. So is the postal address. Use either one. Your printed book will be sent to your mailing address, either way. It can be inscribed as you think fit.

Anyway, crossing that chore off my list, I next did some errands in town. Then I came home, put my feet up, and watched a thunderstorm blow in. It was a looong cyclone, a "storm system," and the Internet faded out, in, out, in, then out for the night. I am now sitting in McDonald's. I needed to come into town and use one of those almost vanishing, obsolete objects called a phone--a real telephone, not an espionage device--anyway. But not for Amazon's benefit.

As I'm sure we've all learned by now, indulging corporate employees in an oldfashioned phone call is a good way to get the phone we've used disconnected due to a barrage of junk calls from phishing robots.

I spent most of the day reading e-mail and rewriting a form letter into intense, personal, guilt-tripping letters to elected officials. Two links:

Glyphosate Awareness 


Wouldn't that look good on a bumper sticker or T-shirt? Driscoll's Berry Farm continues to spray glyphosate and other poisons on fields near public schools, even after a man--grieving father, celiac, or both?--did a month-long hunger strike. Let's kick them in the pockets, too.

In fact, you can get it on a T-shirt from 


Music 

Can't actually listen to music in McDonald's, but I was able to cache this and hear it when I got home.