Thursday, April 9, 2026

Bill Busting 107: Cheap Heat

The first step toward frugal heating is recognizing that you are your own natural heat source. If you cover yourself enough to stop your natural body warmth escaping into the cold air, you'll stay warm. Difficulties arise when you have to crawl out from under your warm blankets into a cold house. 

If you live in a place where the outside temperatures are often very cold, you already know that keeping that house up to a bearable level of coldness is worth whatever its price may be, and you probably know more than I do about heating devices. 

I live in a place where, most of the time, the outside temperatures are bearable. Not cozy, but you can save a lot of money by adjusting your metabolism to feel reasonably comfortable with temperatures in the chilly-but-not-freezing-cold range. 

People who lived in the Northern States and Canada used to be famous for forcing themselves to adjust to cold weather fast. The first morning they woke up feeling chilly, in August, they supposedly told themselves to toughen up and dived into the nearest source of cold running water, where they splashed about until they felt blood heat tingling in their fingers and toes. Then they came up on the bank and moved about vigorously until they felt relatively comfortable. After than they were supposedly perfectly cool with crusts of snow forming on whatever they wore in the way of winter gear, which for hunters and warriors often wasn't much. And they revered their elders, because, for this and many other reasons, they didn't have many elders.

You don't have to begin by showing off a level of toughness your heart may not be up to. The first morning you wake up feeling chilly, in August, all you have to do is get up and not turn on the heat, but put on an extra layer or two of clothes and move about vigorously. Shed layers as you warm up. Subsequent mornings will be colder, and each time you wake up feeling cold, you will add some extra clothes and move about vigorously. You can train yourself to feel that the air inside the refrigerator compartment, as distinct from the freezer compartment, is bearably chilly; that frosty mornings are cardigan mornings, suit-jacket mornings.

The benefit of adjusting to cold temperatures is that you can postpone using any expensive heating devices for months after everyone else is overheating their house and complaining about the bills. At least you can do this if nobody in your house is ill. When people are bedfast or are using medication that interferes with natural thermoregulation, you will just have to be one of the people who try to maintain summer temperatures in winter and pay for it.

Eventually water will freeze outside, and you'll have to have some heat inside. What heating system you choose will depend on your household. 

From year to year people publish articles about which heating system is most frugal. If your neighborhood has both gas and electric services, the companies are likely to take turns offering a better deal, every few years. Propane, methanol (Coleman Fuel), kerosene, heating oil, even wood or coal may be the most cost-effective fuel one year or another. Unless you own a woodlot and harvest your own cast-off tree branches for fuel, sellers will work to make one fuel source seem much better than the others with enough variation that you might change every five or ten years. If you save the devices that burn each kind of heating energy, you'll be able to switch among them with relatively little need to buy new devices--only fresh fuel.

What is essential is that you burn the right fuel for the device you're burning it in. Fuel that burns hotter than the intended fuel for your device may literally burn up your device (and probably part of the house with it). Fuel that requires more ventilation may not burn at all. Anything that burns will leave some residues that pollute the air; exhaust vents, including chimney tops, need filters. A dirty filter can start a fire, so don't use a device if you're not going to be able to change its filters.

Your lifestyle may also affect your heating options. A room where you work on computers should be sealed off away from an open wood or coal fire, because smoke will destroy the computers. A room where children or animals scamper about should not be heated by liquids that might be spilled, or by heaters that become hot enough to burn their skin. 

I have a woodlot and wood-burning stoves. I also live with computers, so I don't rely on the source of heat that's almost completely free of charge for me. I spend most of the winter in the room with the Internet-free computer--computers, actually, there being four of them, but they're not all running at the same time. It has electric heat. I don't trust 1500-watt electric heaters in an old wooden house; a 1000-watt heater produces unwelcome power surges. People who have formed a habit of using bigger heaters don't imagine that a 250-watt heater would keep me warm, but in most weather it does. I sit as near to it as possible and keep moving when I move out of its range. 

A 250-watt heater won't heat the whole house but it will deliver enough warm air to heat-damage your skin if you stay too close to it. Do not leave an electric heater running at night. I've fallen asleep with one running and woke up with those ugly red marks outlining the major bloodvessels in the part of the body nearest the heat. The marks on the skin are temporary but there's no guarantee about damage to the bloodvessels. If paper or fabric is nearer to the heater than you are, of course, instead of scorch marks you could wake up with a fire. 

I like to keep a 750-watt heater handy, too, for those rare days when the outside temperature stays in the single digits, Fahrenheit, all day and the 250-watt heater just isn't enough. By positioning myself in between the two I stay pretty cozy. 

Of course, whatever heating device you use is going to be more expensive than you yourself are as your primary heat source. When displaying hand-knitted work for sale I show off a bit by wrapping up in whatever combination of hand-knitted sweater, blanket, cap, and shawl the temperature indicates. All four are enough to keep me warm at temperatures down to 15 degrees Fahrenheit. 

If you want to stay warm in emergency conditions--when a winter storm knocks out all the electricity, your lease forbids you to burn anything else, and the winter storm also keeps temperatures below freezing for a week on end--you too will need layers of warm, insulating fabric to conserve body heat.

Gore-Tex is amazing stuff. It's also controversial. It does fray, over time, and shed tiny particles that some say will circulate inside your body and cause cancer. People have to make their own decisions about this kind of thing.

Another insulating fabric to consider for winter is natural wool. The more natural--not soaked in chemicals that purport to make it "hypoallergenic" or "washable," preferably not even dyed, and if possible hand-washed--the better. Many people think they are allergic to wool. Most of those people show no skin reaction to wool itself. They are allergic to the chemicals whose residues linger in wool--or not even technically "allergic," but simply sensitive to the acid many companies use to wash the dirt out of freshly shorn wool.) English sailors sang about the bold, tough, foolhardy man who "wore no shirt upon his back, but wool unto his skin," but you can put wool next to your skin to stimulate your natural self-heating processes, in cold weather. Wool socks and mittens will help restore circulation to the hands and feet, if you need help with that, and keep them warm.

Cotton socks and sweats feel great in mildly cold weather but aren't the most effective survival wear if you need to spend a lot of time in air temperatures far below freezing. If you must drive across Saskatchewan in midwinter, Gore-Text and wool are worth packing, even if you never use either one in the States.

That cheap acrylic yarn the big-chain stores sell, designed for crocheting more than knitting? Fashion has scorned it as a material for winter gear or even blankets, really, since about 1975, but frugal people shouldn't. It's hypoallergenic, durable--or should we say hard to get rid of?--colorfast, easy to clean, and very very warm. You don't want a sweater, much less a crocheted blanket, made of Red Heart Super Saver in a room heated to 75 degrees Fahrenheit. You do want those things if the room temperature is 40 degrees Fahrenheit or less. If you want to make your little electric heater or your last half-bottle of propane last, knit and crochet a full wardrobe from this type of yarn. You don't have to wear it in town but it will keep you cozy at night.

Last winter we had weather the mind does not normally associate with Virginia--entire days when the temperature stayed below zero degrees Fahrenheit. I had a 750-watt heater behind me, a 250-watt heater in front of me, a Mexican cotton blanket over whatever bit of cotton I had on below the waist, and a hand-knitted acrylic sweater over a cotton shirt or house gown. With that set-up, even when I went out to use the Internet on a screen porch, sometimes a passing breeze felt cold but I was fairly comfortable through the Big Deep Freeze.

It's good to prepare for weather colder than that, and I have. I have Gore-Tex only inside the boots I wear for walking in snow, not for routine use. I have several more layers of knitting. I have candles, and firewood...but even in a cold winter, I didn't need more than 1000 watts of electricity, divided between two outlets, and one sweater. 

You will, of course, add heating options as your household requires. If you don't have a deep cellar or cave that maintains earth temperature, you will need to bring animals indoors in very cold weather. If you live with children or sick patients...you know the drill. As a target, I'd suggest having a different heating device for each room. If one becomes unavailable (the electrical power line breaks, the cost of Coleman Fuel quintuples, you use up your supply of propane) you can move to a different room and the next most frugal source of heat. 

Whatever stoves you may use, safety always needs to be taken seriously. New stoves and furnaces come with detailed lists of instructions. Old wool and coal burners found at antique sales don't. Know what you're getting. Wood stoves should stand a few feet away from walls, on an insulating "pad" to protect the floor. Coal stoves need even more space and, before burning coal, you should find out which vents need to be opened or closed to prevent gases from building up. Vents and chimneys should always be cleaned before lighting a stove in autumn and at least once a month during frequent use.

In addition to insulating yourself to conserve your natural heat, you will also want to insulate your home. Storm doors and windows keep a lot of warm air inside the house. Insulation stuffed between the panels of walls, floors, and ceilings do, too. You can knit, crochet, or quilt a draft blocker for every crack you feel when you look for drafts in early autumn. Rugs on the floor also help. If you like to knit or crochet, you might want to make "tapestries" for the walls! (If you knit them in plain neutral colors and then weave in colored figures, you can change the scene from time to time.) Covers on fireplaces and chimney vents, when they are not in use, can keep lots of warm air from going up the chimney. Some people even buy or make extra heavy winter curtains to drape over windows.

Frugal winter meals take advantage of the need to heat the house in any case. If you have a deep freezer, and especially if you have a wood stove with an oven compartment, cold days are a good time to bake breads and cook slow-simmering bean and grain dishes to freeze for summer use. They will be easier to thaw and reheat if frozen in individual serving portions. 


Web Log for 4.8.26

Not much of a Link Log but I did find some pictures...

Books 

Going into the final month before publication of a book I was sent for preview...I encourage all readers to pre-order Lerone Martin's book, Young King, now; it should be in the stores by the fifth of May. I don't think activism should be anyone's profession. I think it is something everyone needs to do in an occasional, part-time way. Meaning everyone can profitably study the life and work of the great activists of the twentieth century, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and Martin Luther King (Jr).

Fashion 

It passed for headline news these days that the person photographed on the left spoke of Michelle Obama as someone she admired, "and then there are" people like the person photographed on the right. 

So?

There are things to admire about Mrs. Obama though she, like Melania Trump, is famous mostly for being married to someone famous. There are things to admire about Meryl Streep, including her having the fortitude to appear in movies now that she's aged into the face on the left, below.


But in the context of a conversation about fashion and beauty, which is the topic of Streep's forthcoming film...Can we just learn to say it, ladies? "I admire Mrs. Obama because she's coped so well with being in a position where she has to look glamorous even after having spent forty years being told that if a Black American woman is glamorous, after age forty, nobody wants to think about it..."


(Lena Horne. All photos in this section from Google. Lena Horne probably deserves some special kudos for admitting she was legally Black, but she was and she did, and also she could sing.)

"...whereas, although Lena Horne was certainly enough of a source of distress in this way, WHEN MELANIA TRUMP HAS BEEN DEAD THREE DAYS SHE'LL LOOK BETTER THAN I EVER DID! IT'S NOT FAAAIR! Boohoohoo!" 

Then perhaps we can start to pull ourselves together. If nature had intended us to look like Melania we would have been given the potential to come a little closer to that effect, don't you think? 


There are women we admire for other qualities more than their looks. Not that Queen Elizabeth wasn't pretty...

Not that there's ever been anything wrong with Dolly Parton's face...


...or Emmylou Harris's...


...or Golda Meir's...


...or Ruby Dee's...


...or Dale Evans Rogers'...


...or Anna Zilboorg's, for that matter. (To the extent that she's famous it's probably for the knitting and dyeing she's done in "retirement." Before that she worked in humanitarian missions. In my town she's probably best known for, while living as an Anglican Christian hermit, telling some brats who said she looked like a witch "I AM a witch"...just to see their faces react. But she looks like a fine-looking witch! Hollywood's very best!)


Just that their faces weren't their greatest assets. Which was also what used to be said about Meryl Streep. It wasn't that she dazzled movie watchers with her beauty, although she was young and cute when she became famous. It was that she was pretty enough to play pretty girls but also talented enough to play women who were older and less pretty, in her movies. Any starlet with a blonde wig could have played the blonde romance writer in She-Devil--it wasn't much of a part. Streep could also play the bereaved mother who hid her face from reporters because she thought she was ugly, in A Cry in the Dark. The real woman on whom the storyline was based wasn't ugly, nor was Streep, but Streep could credibly act as if she'd been told she was ugly and believed it. 

Maybe she does. Maybe that's why she's acting a little bit ugly about a woman who is prettier.

But in the context of fashion, can't we just agree that Melania is the supermodel to end all supermodels?Jealous envy is not a flattering look for anybody. Beauty is just not enough to tempt a reasonable woman into the Deadly Sin of Envy...any more.

Politics 

On the premise that all rightminded bloggers already opposed the election of a political candidate who overtly disrespected a blogger qua blogger, this web site has retired from opposing Candidate Spambucket, now Governor. The position of this web site is that she was elected because lazy Republicans failed to vote against her, and those lazy Rs deserve what they get. 

But a recent poll shows that 90% of them don't like it. 


Vote NO to "redistricting," or gerrymandering, so the Rs in the Swamp can have congressional representation in 2030. They should have suffered enough to make the time to do that, by then.

Book Review: One In One Out

Title: One In One Out

Author: S.R. Mallery

Date: 2024

Quote: "[T]he anxious mother scurried through the streets of Beijing to place her little one on their local church's front steps."

For a few years before and after the turn of the present century, China's government tried to force people to do the public-spirited thing and have one child or none. Birth control devices are only 95 to 98 percent effective; they often disappoint young people who can't afford a child, and one type is especially likely to disappoint a couple who have just had one child. So, while her daughter Huan is still a baby, Fen gives birth to another daughter she calls Ning. 

This family are not based on a specific person. Hundreds of families were in their situation. They are "typical" of one type of family who put a child up for adoption overseas. While some of these families didn't want children anyway, others wished they could keep two or more children and often thought of the children they had given up. Fen is that sort of mother. And, while some of the Chinese-American children just enjoyed being American, Ning wanted to know more about her family of origin. Easy though it is for people to be lost in a city the size of Beijing, as soon as she's old enough Ning wants to go to Beijing and search for her real mother.

This is hardly a book so much as a teaching story, aimed at readers a little younger than most of the Chinese-American children would be by now. (Most of them are legally adults.) If you are, or you have a foster or adoptive sibling who is, Chinese-American and your family are not Chinese-American, you too might want to try to find your original family. If they left clues to help you, they may want to be found. If you do find your physical relatives, you may like them. The story is very simple, perhaps overly optimistic. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

What Were You Like as a Child?

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks reviewers what we were like as children.

Back then a lot of people still thought the ideal child was "seen and not heard," so a lot of adults seemed to like me because they didn't know anything about me. Didn't need to know anything about me. Hand me an age-appropriate book and I'd probably curl up with it and be quiet. Hand me a totally inappropriate book, say a scientific journal, and I'd sound out the words and read it and amuse everyone like a little trained monkey. Mother would not have let anyone hand me a REALLY inappropriate book but I "read" things about chemicals and engineering and such. 

One evening I decided all by myself to entertain the family by reading a tampon ad. I was six. I was hoping someone would tell me what tampons were and whether they had anything to do with the city of Tampa across the bay. No one did. The adults completely ignored me, and it worked. I didn't try that again.

I could be noisy and bratty, too, but usually didn't have enough energy to bother. The nature name I chose for myself, after seeing it in a Dr Seuss book, was "Weepy Weed." As an undiagnosed celiac I was pale, sallow, and listless. Dad wouldn't let Mother cut and style my hair, though it wouldn't grow very long in any case, so I had long black hair--however thin and stringy. When my cuspids grew in, they were all out of line. I looked like the Hollywood version of a vampire. Kids at school would ask me to chase them. I couldn't actually catch them, so there was no real incentive to chase anybody, but I was bored at recess. There was that.

I liked peace and quiet. This was not to be confused with having any respect for my teachers; for most of them I had none. I rated them favorably if they had enough sense not to push the issue. I really disliked people who tried to engage me in whatever little dominance displays they made. If they just wanted to flap and crow like roosters, that was their business and might even be amusing, but nobody had any right to demand attention from me.

I was not a particularly nice child. Then again, if your definition of niceness involves empathy, I don't think there are many nice children--if any. Children can be trained to make displays of polite manners that will express sincere empathy later on when the children are old enough to feel it. They can learn to keep out of adults' way enough that the adults won't see anything that disturbingly belies those polite manners. They can even have enough personal space and enough access to things that interest them that they actually have nice neutral feelings about other children. Beyond that, some children do show extroversion; they want to grab for control of other people's attention. This is a tragedy and the afflicted children should be kept at home where they can't spoil anyone else's good time. Children who are going to become nice people are not yet very nice; they think very little about anyone else, don't mind if other people have their own things but do not want to share anything that interests them, at best find other people amusing in a way that can easily lead to greedy or even cruel behavior; but they have so little to give to others that it's probably best that they remain quiet, cheerful little parasites rather than even trying to be part of society. 

I was at least a healthily introverted child, focussed on learning how to do things that would eventually allow me to have something to offer to other people. 

Months ago I wrote something here that mentioned that the perfect afternoon, for me, includes children. I'm an aunt, what else could I say? Someone else thought it would be hard to ensure that the children would enjoy the afternoon. For my brother and me, as for The Nephews, I don't think it ever was. At least our elders knew enough to entertain us in the way I later entertained The Nephews: Give them a choice among books, toys, craft supplies, and a safe outdoor space, and leave them to it. The right sort of children will enjoy the peace and quiet and have a wonderful time. 

So, despite chronic illness and a fairly steady stream of annoyance from other people who didn't have enough sense to leave me alone, I remember my childhood as a pleasant time of learning, reading, and doing. I had a companion when I wanted one and could get rid of him with an assurance of attention later, if he left me alone now, when I didn't want company. 



 

Book Review: Putting on Heirlooms

Title: Putting on Heirlooms

Author: Claire Gardner

Date: 2023

Quote: "I, previously a brilliant private eye named Terrence, left this mortal coil and was rudely awakened in the body of this tiny parakeet..."

The parakeet Seymour, channelling the tough-talking detective Terrence, helps his human (Sharon) find a jewelled brooch even when a fake channeller says it's been stolen by a criminal gang in Europe. More comedy than mystery, but I did laugh. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Book Review: Crime in the Country

Title: Crime in the Country

Author: Victoria Kosky

Date: 2021

ISBN: 9798544080916 

Quote: "Something bad happened. Years ago, before you were born. I saw something and now he wants to kill me."

Part of the trouble with being a Mafia family is the need to tell "little lies everywhere," which is the subtitle of this novel. Joe, the son to whom Gabriella makes the explanation quoted above when he's protesting yet another sudden change of address, doesn't know that his mother is hiding from his father--or was he the father?--anyway, Gabriella's ex-husband who killed Gabriella's other man and is still "after" Gabriella. Gabriella doesn't know who her real father was, either. During the stay in Nabangie, the small town they move to at the beginning of the story, both mother and son will find out lots of things about their family. 

Violence: relatively low, considering that this is a story about professional criminals (only Gabriella really wants to do honest work and marry an honest man). We're told of several murders. Only one shoot-out takes place "on stage," and one of the shooters is old and the other one thoroughly deserves what he gets.

Sex: not lingered on in graphic detail, but when Gabriella finds a law-abiding man some of the kissing and petting take place "on stage."

Language: remarkably polite for a story about criminals. Even the Italian words into which people lapse, under stress, are mostly polite. (The nastiest criminal does call a woman something rude before hitting her.) 

Sense of humor: Kosky describes herself as writing crime novels with a sense of humor. The characters aren't exactly clowns; they don't seem to know that they're stereotypes, either, but Kosky does and is having a good time with the stereotypes. 

Petfinder Post: Affenpinschers and Other Dogs the Bossyboots Don't Approve Of

In England, some international association of busybodies, bossyboots, gossips, censors, meddlers, social workers, and other abominations recently released a list of sixty-some dog breeds they believe no longer have a right to exist. They want these breeds banned from dog shows and photos of them censored from various media. 

Some suspect it's a bow to the Muslims who want to colonize Britain...this web site is not going to get into that...and needs to be dealt with in the busybodies' traditional language--beheadings. Some think it's just your basic "We are the only responsible adults on Earth and must tell everyone else what to do, for their own good" psychosis, and those responsible for this attempt at dog breed genocide merely need a good long vacation, say about twenty years, in a nice-place-for-them with bars on the windows. 

This web site trusts the English, who look like adults from here, to deal with their own societal problems but we will consider each of these dog breeds, in turn. Some of them do in fact have or tend to have dysfunctional genes. People may decide it's just as well if some breeds do die out. Others are highly functional breeds that merely need the right type of care and environment. Breeds were put on the genocide list for being small or short-legged. Some people want a small short-legged watchdog. Is a Chihuahua at risk if it's out on the street alone? Of course it is. So don't put it out on the street alone. Is a long-haired dog at risk for eye and skin diseases if it's not groomed? Yes. So groom it. Is a floppy-eared dog at risk for ear infections if its ears always flop down and never let air circulate? Yes. So lift up its ears now and then! How stupid do the busybodies think dog people are?

Most of these breeds are not outstandingly common in animal shelters. Most people who own the kinds of dogs the meddlers don't approve of keep their dogs and care for them--at least in the US. So today we consider the Affenpinscher, or "ape/monkey Pinscher." (Pinscher in German literally means one who pinches, nips, seizes, grabs, etc., but it's used to mean a type of dog that hunts for its own prey--in the Affenpinscher's case, that would be mice.) French breeders are even more disparaging, calling this dog a "little devil with a mustache." 

Affenpinschers have multiple traits the busybodies hate: shaggy coats, especially on the head, and a tough, sassy disposition that's often considered amusing. They're not related to the terrier breeds but were bred for similar traits and personalities. Because of their relatively short heads, they can overheat and be unable to cool off by panting. The coat grows slowly, but hair needs to be trimmed away from the eyes. They can be stubborn, but they usually like to please their humans, so there are sayings about training these dogs like "One does not train them; one befriends them." 

Petfinder has no dogs that look like purebred Affenpinschers looking for homes in the Eastern States. In Georgia some dogs who are believed to have some Affenpinscher ancetry are up for adoption. The one who looks most like his remote Affenpinscher ancestors is...

Poster Dog David from Chickamauga 


He doesn't look much like the breed type: 


(Photo from the American Kennel Club, found on Google)

...and that's probably a good thing. His hound ancestors might make him easier to train, and certainly have made him easier to groom. 

I personally think any hound is easier to look at than a true Affenpinscher, but any other animal is easier to look at than a control freak, the breed that really needs to go extinct.  

Similar to Affenpinschers are the long-haired terriers, like "Scotties," which have been more popular in the United States and are often available for adoption. These dogs also need grooming and are generally described as cute, sweet, lovable little fur mops. They were also bred to dig mice and rats out of their burrows. They can be stubborn but are generally good pets. Today's Petfinder photo contests are for long-haired terriers and long-haired cats.

Zipcode 10101: Dorothy from Texas via NYC 


As a stray Dorothy had a terrible time, scratching off most of her fur and a good bit of her skin. She's recovering nicely now and is becoming quite pretty, though her face will always need trimming and grooming to keep the hair out of her eyes. She is thought to be about three years old and might live another ten or fifteen years. 

Lola from NYC 


While this organization takes "applications" online, they don't promise to hold a specific animal for you. After confirming that you're not on a list of wanted criminals or convicted animal abusers, they let you adopt whichever animal is still at the shelter. So if you want to meet Lola, plan to go in today. 

Zipcode 20202: Mojo from DC


Young, friendly, playful, and cuddly, Mojo is described as a good pet for anyone who wants a small dog. 

Evie from Falls Church


This nine-year-old lady cat has worked in an office. She's good at keeping quiet and out of the way, and likes to find small snug places to nap in. She might get along with another quiet, polite, mellow cat but doesn't like dogs. She probably would prefer a quiet human family, too. 

Zipcode 30303: Riley from Atlanta 


Found in a group of stray dogs, Riley obviously gets along well with other dogs but they warn that calmer companions help him behave better. He is available for "local adoption only." 

Junie from Avondale Estates 


This young Dilute Tortoiseshell cat can be adopted with or without a brother who is not described as having long hair. She's "chatty" with her favorite people. She seems to like being petted and admired.

Monday, April 6, 2026

Web Log Weekender for 4.3-5.26

Happy Monday, Gentle Readers.


I hope nobody saw that on the breakfast table this morning. I found it at Golch Central; Lens traces it to Steampunk Mildura on Pinterest.

Amazon 

When we started, this web site had Amazon affiliate links. There were years when Amazon generated its own ads, which I thought tended to be annoying and irrelevant. There were years when Amazon used "i-frame" coding, which were so intrusive the resulting links were banned by law in some States, so I didn't even see the Amazon links. There were years when I was dutifully choosing an Amazon ad for each post and readers weren't buying that exact product, so even when readers clicked through, they were finding a better price on that specific day and I wasn't getting any money. Amazon's policy was to pay affiliates whenever we'd raised $100 worth of commissions. One fine day in 2020, when everybody needed the money and Amazon owed a lot of people, like me, $30 or so, Amazon just dumped the whole affiliate program and broke our links in order to avoid paying us.

We need laws. With teeth in them. We need laws to the effect that if people are earning thousands of dollars online, they can wait for paperwork to be processed, but if midday on Friday finds you owing $30 or $3 or $0.03 to some very small online business, YOU WILL PAY THAT DEBT ON THAT FRIDAY IF YOU WANT YOUR BUSINESS TO OPEN ON THE MONDAY. So many people have been cheated out of so many amounts of money that seem too small to be worth a lawsuit...it shouldn't take a lawsuit. Private content, like e-mail, should be kept private. Accounts payable should not be private. Businesses should have to pay their accounts payable to anyone who's working for less than $100 a week, to get access to their accounts receivable. 

But meanwhile, though most of my e-friends who used to be Amazon affiliates just aren't any more, Joe Jackson is still an Amazon affiliate. So, if you're shopping on Amazon, please go to 


and click on an Amazon ad. Any Amazon ad, though if you scroll around you might find something you want to buy. Apparently they now track which affiliated steered you to Amazon, so if you just buy what you intended to buy regardless of what JJ put in the link, he gets a commission. As so many of us never did. At least you can make Amazon pay some of their affiliates.

Animals 

English moths, including a Hebrew Character: 


This poem refers directly to the old belief that departed souls took the forms of moths or butterflies--the ones flitting happily about in the sunshine being blessed souls on the way to Heaven, the ones that seemed to want to fly into candles being lost souls on the way to eternal flames. The Hebrew Character moth was named later, by scientists, for the markings on its wings...but the poem makes an uneasy  indirect reference to the oppressive way Christian monarchs used to interfere with Jews' owning land and settling in one particular country for many generations, too. Even in the US people who had read little European history used to say, and may still say, that someone is "just wandering about like a lost soul." 


Comma butterfly: 


What do you think? Do the verses here need a verse about the butterflies called Commas? (Different species in this genus are found all over the Northern Hemisphere. Canada has a half-dozen kinds of Commas, some of which sometimes venture into the northern and mountainous States. When scientists say "Comma," in English, they're talking about the Eurasian species photographed at Kim M. Russell's post, but when they say "Polygonia comma," in Latin, they're talking about the North American species called the Eastern Comma in English--are we confused yet? Then there's the species in the genus with which more of the United States are more familiar, which have larger comma-shaped markings and are known as Question Marks. I am not making this up.) Should this whole subject wait till our butterfly series gets to the Commas?



Photo of an Eastern Comma from Wikipedia. In this picture you need to know where to look for the comma-shaped mark (middle of the hind wings, between the darker brown spots). In bright light the comma iridesces bright silver-white. The upper wings, often visible as the butterfly fans them out while at rest, are bright orange with brown spots, similar to the British butterfly flaunting its colors at Kim M. Russell's post.

Careers 

When The Nephews were small, some of them used to walk with me to a Wal-Mart store that sold kid-size T-shirts with the message (complete with cartoon graphic) "Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider." Funny...and true, considering that girls tend to do better in elementary school and be more interested in college...but, considering the main interest of most people in the 18-25 age bracket, not a very good advertisement for college is it? Given a choice, most girls prefer to go to colleges that also admit boys. The social life people rave over requires a reasonably even mix of male and female students. So there we are. 

So, how to pay for college? Getting in and staying in should be no problem for The Nephews. You do have to spend more time studying than you did in high school. The studying is easy. Paying all those inflated fees is the part that may kill you. You need a grown-up job to pay for the courses you're taking to qualify for your grown-up career. It's not fair, it's not right, and it's not necessary, but here's a way some clever lads cope:


They travel around the country in all kinds of weather, ford floods and fend off fanged beasts and hack your way through jungles and have all kinds of adventures...turning people on. Everybody loves a lineman. It takes relatively little training (3 to 6 months of trade school, then a few years' work as an apprentice paid only about $25 per hour), and they're earning enough to pay for college. 

Fashion 

Whatever you think of her politics, her accent, her taste in men, her past, and/or the fact that when she's been dead three days she'll still look better than most of us...this rainy Easter, Melania Trump makes a trench coat a fashion statement.


Found on the Mirror. Lens thinks IMDB posted the photo first.  

History 

One of the misperceptions about people who write about living with animal companions can be traced directly to our own writing. We do know fellow humans. Our social lives do include humans as well as animals. Some of us even live with mates and young. But in order to live with or even talk with people who see that we live with computers, we've all promised, "I'll never write about you." 

So let's just say that I spent part of the holiday weekend among humans. (Away from the cats. "When I get home," I worried to another human, "the young tomcat will probably be like 'I'm staaaarving! Where have you been?!' The grandmother cat will be like 'Have we met?' And that little lost-and-found cat may be lost again." When I got home, the cats had killed at least two mice and a squirrel on the doorstep, and didn't try to pretend they'd been hungry. Serena did, still, give me the "Have we met?" attitude.) 

I watched the breaking of day on the Easter Sunday morning. 

I watched a game of basketball played the way people dream of playing basketball, only in real life, by the Michigan Wolverines.

And I watched a fictional TV drama in which the doctor in a frontier town rents out his practice to a visiting doctor from Back East in order to leave town for a vacation. On the way into town, the visiting doctor passes through a settlement of poor people where a baby is about to be born. Delivering the baby, the doctor also finds time to care for the older child's dog, who is having puppies. "Three healthy babies, one human," the doctor laughs, are born but two is not a very healthy number of puppies and they don't stay healthy long. "It could be a lot of things," the doctor says, "even...the plague." Both doctors look at each other, declare a state of quarantine, and take well-off patients from town into the settlement, where they die. It really is bubonic plague! The visiting doctor dies! But they've contained the disease, so the regular doctor will be back at his regular work, and the town will be back to business as usual, next week!

I said to myself, "Could anything like that possibly have happened? Louis L'Amour took a lot of his plots from old news reports, but that story just doesn't sound like one of them. An outbreak of bubonic plague could hardly have been contained in a week!"

I Googled. I found this:


There were no reports of bubonic plague in North America in the nineteenth century but there was an outbreak in 1904. It was not contained in a week, nor in a year.

In theory bubonic plague can be spread by cats as well as by dogs and humans; it's transmitted primarily by rat fleas, who can't live on other animals' blood but do not necessarily know this, but it can be carried by dog, cat, or human fleas too. In fact, once the disease gets going, cats are horribly vulnerable. But in practice, communities that have healthy free-range cats have tended to survive the plague, because the disease develops in dense rat populations.

War 

The position of this web site is that war is never a good thing. War is something only males ever want, which is sufficient evidence of the inferiority of males. But people who hope Iran wins this one...are not Americans. I don't know whose child or grandchild they want the Iranians to kill. Nor do I care. I want them packed up and set out in Iran. They get to tell the Iranian government whose side they are on and that the United States does not particularly care whether they live or die, but is not taking them back. Iranians are Muslims. Muslims value loyalty. So these pro-Iranian ex-Americans will probably get killed and buried in some ritually demeaning way. They'll never be missed. 


Lens traces the graphic to a F******k group called Soldiers' Angels. General MacArthur's words are the important part of it.

Support our troops. Support bringing them home to peace and victory. If you don't support them, go to Iran.

New Book Review: Murder Mystery and a Very Good Boy

Title: Murder Mystery and a Very Good Boy

Author: A.P. Wells

Date: 2026

Quote: "She skidded her way over to the runaway truck ramp and came to a slow, jolting halt in the snow."

Driving through mountains in winter, Hazel skids right into a murder mystery. Well, not so much of a mystery as a damsel-in-distress thriller. The only serious suspect identifies himself as an antagonist right away. The purpose of this short "prequel" novel is mainly to introduce Hazel and show how, although she hasn't thought she was in a position to own a pet, she becomes the owner of the murder victim's dog. The dog makes both harmful and helpful contributions to the story. You'll like him.

And as usual with Book Funnel books, if you like the first e-book, there's a series. This is Volume 0.5. Hazel was on her way to Volume 1 when the car broke down. There will be more.

Butterfly of the Week: Blue Triangle or Common Bluebottle

Last week's butterfly was one of the least known Graphiums; this week's has been called the most familiar Graphium in southern Asia and Australia. They don't look alike, but are close enough to deceive the uninformed. (That is: if people who try to buy Graphium sandawanum bodies online, which is illegal, get anything that remotely resembles G. sandawanum, they are likely to get G. sarpedon.) The Blue Triangle or Common Bluebottle is well known from Australia to India and on the islands in between. If you have limited memory, this post may crash your browser due to its length and number of pictures.

This popular butterfly's genome has been mapped--in the US, where it doesn't live.



Photo by Sarab Seth. As in many Swallowtail species, the males crave mineral salts and gather on wet sand to sip brackish water. Some males are true composters who also drink the liquids from fresh dung and carrion; most of this species get adequate minerals from seawater on beaches. Generous quantities of minerals in their diet prepare them to mate, during which process the male transfers minerals to the female, who absorbs them from contact with the male and so normally gets all the minerals she needs without having to drink anything but sweet nectar and clear water. Males "eat" nectar and drink clear water too.


Photo by SL_Liew, March, Singapore. They'll hang out with other Graphiums...


...or with smaller species; they're not snobs. Photo by Geechartier, November, Cambodia.

This Indian video, though short, seems to pack a solid message about the butterfly's status. Even a butterfly that is "in the top position" on lists of butterflies has an ambivalent status in some Indian and Asian cultures. Butterflies can be seen as souls that deserved to come back as composter animals and be eaten by birds. This butterfly is clearly a composter, an attendant to the cow, who is seen as the embodiment of giving. The butterfly may not yet have become an admirable soul, yet it has its place in the scheme of things. 


Like many Swallowtail species this one gets its scientific name from a character, or several characters, in literature. The name seems to have meant "one in the top position" and been given as a title before it was used as a name. Apparently one Sarpedon was a defeated contender for the throne of Crete. He may or may not be the same one who, according to another story, lost a fight with another warrior over a teenaged boy with whom both men were infatuated. Probably a different Sarpedon was a warrior prince in the Iliad, where he's called the son of Zeus. Other sources say the one who fought in the Trojan War was a grandson of the one who was a son of Zeus. Greek and Roman Pagans sometimes used this kind of phrase as a metaphor, describing any man with some outstanding quality. (When the Roman soldier observed that Jesus "was the son of a god" he was not confessing that he'd converted to Judaism or Christianity--yet; he probably meant what a person of Irish descent would have called "a man you don't meet every day.") Any of these legendary men may have been worshipped as a god, though his name came from a title given to local deities and their temples; there were temples of Apollo Sarpedonios and Artemis Sarpedonia. 

Though butterflies are hardly warriors, Graphium sarpedon can fairly be placed "in the top position" on several lists of butterfly species. Most widespread. Strongest survivor. Most widely loved. Most often photographed at social media sites. Most tolerated by humans even though, at all stages of life, it may feed on plants humans cultivate.

As an index of its popularity we find, just for example, that although it's not found in French-speaking countries it has a French name, le voilier bleu

This butterfly can legally be killed and sold as a collector's item, or even a decorative item preserved in resin, and it is. Commercial links for Graphium sarpedon also show it featuring in posters and even jigsaw puzzles. It has been celebrated on postage stamps:


At the time of writing, about a month before publication, this unseparated pair of stamps was up for sale on Ebay (US$8.89). The link, probably no longer working, was https://www.ebay.com/itm/375997635851 .

Perhaps the most appealing commercial exploitation of this butterfly that I found was that it's featured in a bird-oriented infomercial article about a series of cameras that are being advertised:


Photo by Libor Vaicenbacher, zooming in on a normal image of Graphium sarpedon for the article: 


From the butterflies' point of view, the most ominous potential exploitation was the hint that their peculiar blue-green pigment might be used in chemical tests for counterfeit money:


Matdona0 discovered, while chasing a Graphium sarpedon for this video, that butterfly chasing can be a hazardous sport. Well, yes...as we've discussed earlier, the multicaudate Bhutanitis swallowtails of the Himalayas are said to have "blood on their wings" because people chasing them fell down cliffs... Humans are not built to chase butterflies. We are built to psych them out. We learn where to find the ones we want to photograph. We settle, however reluctantly, for pictures of male butterflies at their puddle parties until someone finds a way to document the life cycle in a garden.


Many subspecies and a few variant forms have been recognized: 

Graphium sarpedon adonarensis

Adonara and a few other small islands. This subspecies has only recently been recognized, has not yet been recognized by all sources, and is little known. Could you find Adonara on a map? I couldn't either, but people live there, so let's learn something. Adonara is one of three small islands east of Flores, in Indonesia, that are sometimes called the Solor Archipelago (Solor is the southernmost of these islands and Lembata is the other one). Adonara is a volcanic island whose central volcano is still considered active. Though it used to be nicknamed the Island of Murderers, it now welcomes tourists. According to NASA you can see Adonara and its volcano, Ile Boleng, from space. Both the indigenous people and the indigenous Graphium sarpedon consider themselves just noticeably different from the rest of their species.

Graphium sarpedon agusyantoei

Sumatra island. Only one source mentioned in passing that this subspecies name exists. It sounds like a local place name.

Graphium sarpedon cellamaculosa

India. "Graphium sarpedon with a spot in the cell." Found often enough to be named, but believed to be an aberrant form rather than a true subspecies, this butterfly has a small white spot in the dark area toward the foremost edge of the fore wing. Discussed in a short paper that's been published online as a free PDF:


Graphium sarpedon choredon 

Eastern Australia. Also listed as G. anthedon choredon and as Graphium choredon, a separate species. The name may mean "separate" and refer to the butterflies' separating themselves from the other Graphiums they resemble. Australians include them as Blue Triangles. This web site considered them separately at https://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2024/12/butterfly-of-week-blue-triangle.html/. Rothschild said that the difference is that choredon have broader fore wings and shorter hind wings than sarpedon but gave no firm rule for measuring the proportions and classifying an individual butterfly as one species or the other. 

Graphium sarpedon connectens 

China, Taiwan. The name means "connecting, linking, joining together" in Latin. In this video by David Tai, some connectens share a puddle with Graphium doson postianus



Photo by Hsburgman, October, Taiwan.

Graphium sarpedon colus

Palawan and Balabac islands in the Philippines.

Graphium/Papilio sarpedon dodingensis

Northern Molucca islands. Rothschild said it was distinguished by having a narrower bluish band across the upper wings and an extra red spot on the hind wings. Nobody else seems to have noticed this. Or they may have identified it with Graphium milon and/or monticolus as distinct species.

Graphium sarpedon impar 

The island of New Georgia in the Solomons. Rothschild and some other sources accept this as a subspecies, resembling isander but always having an extra white spot and usually having more red on its hind wings.

Graphium sarpedon imparilis 

New Britain and a few other small islands. Rothschild included this one as a subspecies; few later sources have done. Its dark sections are darker than other subspecies and it is more likely to have a white or blue-green spot in one, but only one, of three positions, which Rothschild described in https://archive.org/details/novitateszoologi02lond/page/443/mode/1up . All recognizable specimens of this color pattern that Rothschild saw were male. 

Graphium sarpedon isander 

Guadalcanal and other islands. The name is derived from Greek isos, "equal," and ander, "man," and generally translated as "defender, liberator," one who restores the equal status of an oppressed group of people. In Greek it appears as a short form of Alexander and commemorates one of the greatest warlords in human history. Hailing Alexander as a liberator from a previous monarch nobody liked is standard practice for defeated nations, but the fact really was that Alexander was too busy proving he could defeat other warlords to hang around oppressing private citizens. He did very little actual ruling. So in a sense he really did liberate and equalize people...and he was loved.

Nobody seems to have photographed this subspecies. Rothschild described its distinguishing feature as having the spots of light color slightly out of line, rather than blending together to form a continuous even band across fore and hind wings. Some individuals also have spots at the outer edges of the fore wings, as well as the hind wings.

Graphium sarpedon islander 

Vietnam. Since Vietnam's territory does not include and has not historically included significant islands, this is probably a misreading of isander. The butterflies are found on little Con Son island (among other subspecies); they are also found on the mainland. Some sources use isander and islander as synonyms. However, some respectable sources favor islander as the spelling. See isander.

Some lovely, clear photos of Graphium sarpedon in Vietnam are at 


Graphium sarpedon jugans / kawaimitsuoi

Sumba and perhaps nearby small islands. Rothschild recognized this rare, smaller butterfly as smaller, with shorter hind wings and a slightly different tail end, and more likely to have an extra greenish spot on the fore wings, than nearby sarpedon. Since his time most writers seem to have ignored this rarity or considered it as an aberrant form, but some persist in recognizing it, sometimes as a whole separate species since the different shape of the tail end would at least encourage individuals to mate with one another rather than breeding back into sarpedon. It is sometimes listed as Graphium jugans kawaimitsuoi.

Graphium sarpedon luctatius 

Malaysia, Singapore, Cambodia, Nepal, Sikkim, Myanmar, Yunnan, Thailand, Vietnam, Borneo, sometimes even Australia. Most of Inaturalist's photos of this species come from Singapore. The name may be a mistake for Lucretius or Lutatius, both of which were the names of real people in Roman history. Several photos in this article show G.s. luctatius but you might also enjoy watching a short video by Paul Hampton of a lone male luctatius flitting and sipping at wet sand, available as a sort of promotion for Shutterstock: 


Aberrant individuals in Thailand show both albinism and failure to develop the blue patches at all:


Graphium sarpedon lycianus 

This may be an older name; no information about where the subspecies was found appeared at the site where the name was listed. The name plays on words. Some of the Greek mythological characters called Sarpedon lived, at least for part of their lives, in a place called Lycia.

Graphium sarpedon messogis 

Indonesia, Solomon Islands, New Guinea. In Greek literature Messogis was a place.

Graphium sarpedon milon 

Sulawesi island. Scientists debate whether to count this as a subspecies of G. sarpedon, or of G. anthedon, or as a separate species. This web site discussed it at https://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2025/11/butterfly-of-week-milons-graphium.html.


Photo by Luis Miguel Bugallo Sanchez for Wikimedia Commons.

Males in this species, or group of species, have "scent folds" of long hairs that hold the insects' special scent. When courting females they flap about with their wings spread wide and these hairs forming a sort of halo behind them, as documented in the photo by Garry Sankowsky of Queensland, at


The breeze carries the male's scent to the female. Humans describe it as vaguely "unpleasant," though not so overpowering that everyone who watches these butterflies mentions having noticed a scent, but presumably to the female of the species it smells tolerable. At least she knows whether the creatire flapping around her is the right kind of butterfly to ensure the optimal hatch rate for her eggs. Female Swallowtails usually seem to be in a hurry to get their eggs ripened and laid as fast as possible--they could usually stand to lose a few unflattering milligrams--so if the male is the right kind they'll probably mate.

Graphium sarpedon monticolus 

Or G. anthedon monticolus, or just Graphium monticolus. Also Sulawesi and other islands, Indonesia's Lore Lindu park. The name is also found as monticola or monticolum. It means "of the little hills"; this butterfly frequents low hills, while milon favors flat land and beaches. For a butterfly that's easily found on islands with relatively high human populations, this one is remarkably obscure. Almost nothing is known about its habits or life cycle, or whether it's a true species, a subspecies, or a variant population.

Graphium sarpedon morius

Japan. In this case morius probably refers to a place name such as Mori-machi or the Mori Museum.


Photo by Li17kw, May, Japan. 

Graphium sarpedon nipponum 

Japan. Nipponum means "from Japan." Some authors spell the subspecies name nipponus, a quibble about Latin grammar, or nipporum, a mistake.


Photo by Norio_Nomura, September, Japan.

Graphium sarpedon pagus

Philippines. Pagus means "rural, of the fields." 


Photo by Astronorm, September, Baguio (Philippines).

Graphium sarpedon parsedon

Sunda islands. Rothschild described this subspecies as having the band of color as broad as G.s. sarpedon and the tails even longer than G.s. teredon. He later wrote that he no longer thought it was a distinct subspecies, but just a freshly emerged sarpedon whose hind wings had not fully expanded. Apparently the little points among the scallops at the corners of the hind wings expand first and the rest of the wings fill in later as the butterflies unfold their new wings.

Graphium sarpedon phyris

Sipora and Siberut. Described only by Jordan, 1937. He said it had narrower and more bluish-colored green bands above and bigger red spots below. Subsequent writers seem to have either ignored this rare variation or deemed it insignificant. 

Graphium sarpedon punctata 

India. "Graphium sarpedon with a point or mark." This one has a small black spot in the pale area of the forewing. It's also common enough to be named but not common enough to be considered a subspecies; it's just a variant form. Discussed at 


Graphium sarpedon rufocellularis

"Graphium sarpedon with a red cell." Fruhstorfer described this variation only in German and didn't say where he'd found it. More recent writers seem to have ignored it.

Graphium sarpedon rufofervidus 

Nias island. Described only by Fruhstorfer and only in German. "Graphium sarpedon warm red."

Graphium sarpedon sarpedon 

India, SriLanka.


Photo by Sandipoutsider for Wikipedia.

Graphium sarpedon sarpedonides 

Japan, but sources that list this name list it with a question mark, as if uncertain whether it is still used or ought to be. Sarpedonides means "Sarpedon's son."

Graphium sarpedon semifasciatus 

China. The name means "half-banded." The distinguishing feature is that the band of light color is short or missing on the hind wings. They looked to the old naturalists like a different species--except that they mix freely with other sarpedon


Graphium sarpedon sirkari

Described and proposed as a subspecies only in 2013. Sirkari presumably means "from Sirkar," but the description I saw did not specify a location.

Graphium sarpedon teredon

India, Sri Lanka. In ancient literature Teredon was a place, thought to be in what became Kuwait. Some list Graphium teredon as a separate species. Rothschild describes its distinction as consisting of having a narrower band of blue-green, with the foremost spot on the fore wings sometimes missing and sometimes replaced by a stray white spot at the front of the fore wings. It also comes closer than other closely related species and subspecies do to having real tails on its hind wings. 


Photo by Vinayaraj for Wikipedia.

Graphium sarpedon timorensis 

Timor and Wetter island. Rothschild described this one as having different proportions of spots on the fore wings, the front spots being bigger and the ones further back narrower, producing more of an even stripe. It also comes close to having real "swallow tails." The spots on the underwings are also slightly different, and, finally, Rothschild said, the shape of the last segment on the body is different. Mercifully for readers, his editors wouldn't give him space for a drawing of the butterfly's back end.

Graphium sarpedon toxopei

Yet another name that appears on one list with no explanation of where the subspecies is found or when or why it was named.

Graphium sarpedon wetterensis 

Indonesia and other islands, including Wetter Island. 

Finally, Funet.fi, the source on which I usually rely to make sense of subspecies names, lists several subspecies names that were used when the species was called Papilio sarpedon. Matsumura, writing in 1929, gave Japanese names to some variant forms for which other writers have ignored either the Japanese subspecies names or the whole pattern of variation. Fruhstorfer used subspecies names corycus, melas, and temnus, which have also been generally ignored.

Since this species seems unlikely to be endangered, it's been studied--in the sense of dissected--by many researchers for many reasons. Its proportionately huge eyes, for instance, are believed to contain fifteen different kinds of photoreceptor cells analogous to the three kinds of "cone" cells in most human eyes. It probably sees a lot of things humans either don't see, or don't see as different from one another. Variations in the iridescence and reflectivity of its wings may have meaning for this butterfly that humans have no way to recognize. It seems to be able to see ultraviolet, violet, three shades of blue, blue-green, four shades of green, and five shades of red as primary colors. Since most humans can see secondary colors well enough for practical purposes, why do the butterflies need to see them as primary colors? Nature can be extravagant. Some think the butterflies' extra color receptors see movement or shading better than human eyes do, in the way that "tetrachromatic" eyes seem to work for a minority of humans, but humans really have no way to know.

The blue colors seen in most birds' and butterflies' wings are iridescent effects; the color in Blue Triangles' wings is variable because of iridescent effects, but the wings always look blue because they contain a blue pigment called sarpedobilin. The pigmented wing scales on the upper wing surface are described, by those who've examined them under a microscope, as "bristles" and the smoother, more reflective, clear scales directly below them are described as "glassy." 


The National Institute of Health stores butterfly research on the chance that some biochemical found in a butterfly will be used in medicine, and in fact Graphium sarpedon is used to make some homeopathic remedies. The best thing that can be said for most homeopathic remedies is that, when used in proper homeopathic doses, they're not known to be harmful, and this apparently seems to be the case with remedies derived from Graphium sarpedon. Swallowtail butterflies are toxic if consumed internally but this species seems to be less toxic than the ones that live on Aristolochia vines.

They like a variety of white, pink, red, yellow, orange, and even bright blue-violet flowers, all with rather small shallow blossoms because, as butterflies go, they have relatively short tongues.


Photo by Plaintiger, May, Singapore.

Some of them seem to be attracted to anything bright blue or blue-green.


Photo by Davis1003, January, Taiwan. When they are chased around their favorite forests, when the butterflies naturally prefer to fly about the level of trees' blossoms anyway, these butterflies seem almost impossible to photograph. Those who snap unusual photos let the butterflies come to them.

These Swallowtails are known for their "skipping" flight. Their relatively fubsy faces, with short knobbed antennae, short tongues, and big eyes, are also reminiscent of the lowly, amusing Skipper butterfly family. 

Males and females may look alike (at least to humans), except that young females are full of eggs, or females may be just slightly paler. Wingspans vary from 3 to 4 inches--a little bigger than the largest butterflies found in most of the United States, not a lot, not necessarily bigger than our Monarchs, Dianas, or Giant Swallowtails. Females' wings tend to span about a quarter-inch wider than males' but subspecies, diet, and season also influence these butterflies' size. 

The life cycle of this butterfly is tidily documented at 


...but I have fair-use photos of each stage of its cycle, so why steer you off site?


Photo by Donnamd, July, Taiwan.


Photo by Bluebottle77, December, Singapore. This butterfly places her egg at the tip of the growing stalk where the caterpillar can hatch onto a fresh, tender leaf, though some other butterflies photographed at Inaturalist weren't so particular. Both males and females are attracted to the nectar of flowers on the plants their caterpillars can eat, but females are more strongly attracted to their host plants' aromatic leaves.


Photo by Creek_Chen, September, Taiwan.

Their favorite food plants are cinnamon trees (genus Cinnamomum); they also like Asian laurels (genus Litsea) and can eat several other plants and trees: Alseodaphne semecarpefolia, Polyalthia longifolia, Michelia doltospa, Miliusa tomentosa, Persea macrantha. In Singapore they are also said to eat Lindera lucida and Neolitsea zeylonica, and in Australia some species in the genus Clerodendrum. Like the other Swallowtails they never become a real pest, but the caterpillars are ugly enough that some people consider them a nuisance. In fact, in Brisbane one species of Cinnamomum is considered a non-native weed, and if anything, more sophisticated gardeners and farmers may wish Graphium sarpedon would deviate from the norm for Swallowtails and kill its host plant. (It doesn't.)

Additional food plants sometimes used by both caterpillars and adults are listed at 


Early stage caterpillars are little dark brown things with harmless stiff bristles that have to make them harder for predators to swallow. (Hatchlings are often lighter brown, darkening as they grow.) They are somewhat slug-shaped and are conspicuously "sluggish" at all stages.


Photo by Caligin, October, Singapore. The photo is blurry because at this stage the caterpillar is about a quarter-inch long.


Photo by Takuyatamura, May, Japan. A brown or black color may be better camouflage than green on the new leaves the baby caterpillar eats.


Photo by Nbasargin, December, Singapore. (A different year. Tropical caterpillars change skins in less than a week.) Plenty of melanin left in his skin but, at this picklelike phase, the chlorophyll in his diet is starting to show.


Photo by Tiwane, January, Singapore. Now the caterpillar is well camouflaged.


Photo by Geechartier, June, Cambodia. Predators may think any of four pairs of spots on the forward section are eyes. The working eyes are on the underside, facing the leaf. In its last caterpillar skin, with the bristles replaced by dots of color, the insect may be almost two inches long.


Photo by Buxiaotiao, October, China. All known Swallowtail caterpillars have a humped back that stores a damp, fleshy, erectile appendage called the osmeterium, or stink horns. Some species pop out their "horns" easily, some only when they feel very stressed. This one is rolling sidewise, imitating a snake whose forked "tongue" is sensing the best place to bite. It has no real defense except for being unpalatable and indigestible to most other animals; it's bluffing. Fortunately, so was Buxiaotiao, who posted this photo to Inaturalist as part of a series showing that person was rearing the caterpillar as a science project.


Butterfly pupae don't move much but they do wriggle out of their abandoned caterpillar skins. Photo by Bobohog, November, China.


Photo by Klearad, August, Singapore. The pupa is stuck to the underside of the leaf.


Photo by Ziki_Eschsbp, October, Malaysia. 


Photo by Zii_Eschsbp, October, Malaysia. The whole process from egg to adult takes about a month, 28 to 32 days, and seems to be going on somewhere during every month of the year.