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Same place different day! This looks noisy on here, looks a lot cleaner on my own site and desktop.
Just testing out my new Sigma 180macro lens ;)
Snap because its just like all my other Buggly shots! LoL!!
a little surprise on a tulip
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At first I thought that the insect on the left is just another insect, till I counted the legs....
The one on the right is the real ant (or so i believe is an ant :p ), it does have a nice sheen to it, not the usual black/ red colour that we see.
The spider on the other hand, has exactly the same colour sheen and same twiggy legs, the only thing that gives it away is it's extra legs and the bigger head & buggly eyes.... I've read somewhere that some spiders choose to imitate an ant so that it gets protection from the ant colony.....
Both shots are taken from MacRitchie resevoir where I bitten by the black ants.... An Ant shot as requested from my valuable friend, jx :)
Thanks for your visits and comments my friends :)
We got lots of ice last night. I awoke at around 5:15am to a huge crack, crash, bang, followed by the smell of something burning. Fearing the worst, I yelled to Ethan to "go get Lily and take her downstairs"...it was a rough morning but luckily we did not have damage to the house. There are major branches down in our back yard and lots of ice still in the trees.
We currently have no power and have checked into a hotel. We'll periodically check on the dogs, which are snuggly buggly in OUR bed right now, and hope the power comes on soon.
Recycled wooden clothes pegs, hand painted in animal prints, complete with buggly eyes.
Roof exterior. I couldn't fine transparent windows for the back hence the blue ones
-->> Couldn't take it anymore. Down to the basics.. i purged more than half of my Star Wars toys to a good cause and cleaned my stuff up. Down to the basics and only the most favourite and special havn't been Purged by Darth Sideous ( tho' i think i purged him too ..)
.. long before i fell in love with Jar Jar .. the buggly wolf-man Lak Sivrak and his worm girlfriend, Dice stood out in the weirdest couple of seconds in the original Star Wars. I loved those awkward few seconds in the catina FOREVER !!
Later i would read the story that showed that Lak and Dice Ibogen were real heroes ..and while the story was really weird, it was also really beutiful. Thye fought even on Hoth !!
And tho' both of them died ( Dice on Hoth .. and Lak died in the fight of Endor ).. in the end they became one with the force. They even got to hang out with the Spirits of Anakin, Yoda, and Obi Wan when the Ewoks were celebrating !!
My favourite !!
This is Gromit, the first man in my life I have successfully trained. If by successfully trained you mean he doesn't poo on the floor, but jumps on everyone he sees because he loves them so much, and can't be trusted off leash because he's a car chaser. Oh well. I still trained him with more success than any man I've dated. ; )
Gromit is four years old today. A pug breeder in NH also took in rescue dogs as a foster mom, and she had a house full of kids and fun dogs, and was fostering a Boston Terrier. A kid left a door open, a romantic interlude was had, and a handsome Pug got it on with the world's largest mutant Boston Terrier, and a litter of the six cutest accidental puppies ensued.
Gromit was the runt of the litter, and I shudder to think of how massive his siblings must be by now. When they were all 9 and 10 pounds, he was barely 5. Even at 8 weeks and 5 pounds, this dog could clear a room and make grown men cry with his gas. Pugs are foul little beasties. Gromit was also fond of shitting under my coworker Jeremy's desk, we called him the Phantom Shitter because we never actually caught him doing it, but there a giant load would appear as if by magic.
Gromit was a real bastard as a baby. Gromit ate a tube of diaper ointment. 2 pairs of prescription glasses. At least 2 remotes. 3 cell phones. 4 pairs of my dad's reading glasses (Grandpa isn't a very observant puppy-sitter). At least 1 joint. 1 container of seafood salad. All the feta cheese out of a summer cous cous at a dinner party I hosted. Countless pairs of underwear. And once, during my Christmas party, in a room full of over a dozen guests, he shat under my Christmas tree.
But he's a big boy now, and I love him dearly. Look at this face? How could you not love his lowland gorilla mug? His big dorky smile? His snaggle tooth? His enthusiasm for everyone who isn't wearing a motorcycle helmet? (We're still working on that, along with his fear of heights, stairs, doorbells, bubbles, and my ventriloquist's dummy. That thing scares the shit out of him.)
I wouldn't trade this uggly-buggly (intentionally misspelled uggly for creative purposes) for the world. Gas, bad manners, and all. He luckily doesn't eat things anymore, though he's not opposed to pulling a cardboard toilet paper tube out of the recycling. I can let that one slide. But I won't take any chances with fresh Christmas trees, just in case.
Happy Birthday, Gromit!
Birds eye view, I thought the back was a little ungainly but I couldn't do it any other way
Front axle and engine details... Notice how i can't be bothered to colour co-ordinate