Showing posts with label stink bugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stink bugs. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Human groomin' & the evolution of bugs


This weekend at a backyard picnic I saw a multitude of grown ups grooming bugs from one another the way fastidious zoo chimps do and wondered what Darwin would say.

Is man evolving or devolving? Is communal human groomin’ a evolutionary advance or a retreat?

I was raised to not put my hands on another human being without his or her explicit sober permission, this included a girl of scandalous reputation the boys all called “Back Alley Sally.”

She was always up for a good shadowy pawing, bless her heart.

On Saturday, I nearly got as far with a retired postal worker as I used to get with Sally.

And the guy thanked me!

We both had these pepper seed-sized black bugs crawling all over us and as we stood there talking baseball and sipping beers, we spent the entire conversation flicking bugs off one another.

Why were we feeling so grabby?

Blame our latest plague.

They look like deer ticks, those dreadful little blood-suckers that infect us with Lyme Disease, an affliction that leaves victims chronically fatigued.

They are not to be confused with those suffering from Lemon-Lyme Disease, an affliction that leaves victims chronically fatigued sourpusses.

Geez, I must’ve been bitten by an insect that leaves me prone to telling stupid bug jokes.

Here’s another:

Q: How can you tell carpenter bees from look-a-like bees?
A: Carpenter bees are the ones with the tiny tool belts.

Anyway, these new bugs are tick replicas and are becoming as numerous as the obnoxious and ubiquitous stink bugs.

So I began calling them stink ticks.

Of course, I was wrong.

There is no such thing as stink ticks.

At least not yet. Insects keep evolving. Remember, bees used to just sting you. Now, they can kill you.

It’s a very disappointing trajectory. You’d think before they went to killer bees they would have tried their hands at being burglar bees or vandal bees.

It’d be like going outside one night to enjoy some summer magic and having to run for your life when lightning bugs begin shooting actual lightning out of their buggy little butts.

Of course, it’s not always bad. We’ve always had beetles and then one day we all got to enjoy . . . The Beatles!

Turns out these new tick-like annoyances — and that’s all they are — are called billbugs.

They’re, in fact, part of the extended beetle family, and I’ll let you know the instant I detect a way way to pin the blame on Yoko.

I read it online: “The adult tick is very flat, whereas the billbug is round, curved and fat," Allegheny County Health Department Entomologist Bill Todaro said.

I prefer getting my news in printed form, but in this case I’m sorry I didn’t see any video of Todaro. It’s always been an ambition of mine to one day describe an esteemed entomologist as “bug-eyed.”

Todaro says the billbugs are motivated by the some of the same base impulses that used to move my old friend Sally.

“Their purpose is to find the love of their life, to mate, lay eggs, and then die,” Todaro says. “It’s a mass spawning.” 

I read where they’re called billbugs because they have what is described as a long snout.

I looked and couldn’t discern an embarrassing honker.

But what do I know?

I’m the guy who still turns cockroaches over in the hopes of seeing anatomical evidence of why they’re called cockroaches. There’s none.

If roach cocks are too minuscule to be seen with the naked eye they shouldn’t be called cockroaches.

They say every creature great and small has a purpose, but what things like stink bugs and billbugs contribute to the universe is a mystery to me. 

I just hope they don’t get worse.

Deer ticks are bad enough. I’d hate to think we’d have to one day be wary of  another beloved woodlands creature the way we do tick-infested deer.

I like Bugs Bunny, but I don’t think I’d feel the same about bunny bugs.


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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Stink bug evolution anything but rosy



I wonder if I’m on the verge of becoming the Oskar Schindler of the stink bug. I realize the risky analogy is over-the-top, but I just don’t see anyone doing what I’m doing on behalf of the stink bug, which mostly involves resisting the urge to squash ‘em.


Maybe it’s because I feel a sort of kinship to the stink bug -- and talk about your risky analogies.


I think if people took the time to understand the stink bug, they might learn if it has anything to offer or maybe read its stink bug blog.


Of course, unlike me, the stink bug isn’t suffering from under-exposure.


No, stink bugs are like the U.S. Congress: high visibility, abysmal approval ratings.


Me, I’m fascinated. Eighteen months ago I’d never heard of stink bugs. Now they’re everywhere. I know it’s bound to sound redundant but dedicated Keystone State entomologists are bug-eyed over the repercussions.


As if dedicated entomologists can be anything but bug-eyed.


They say stink bugs were introduced to Pennsylvania -- “Stink bug, meet Pennsylvania!” -- in 1998. Like so many other crappy goods we purchase to our national detriment, the stink bug is a Chinese import.


They are a problem here and in 34 other states precisely because they do what are increasingly obese children do not: they eat fruits and vegetables.


They eat apples, pears, peaches, mulberries, etc. It’s been reported their healthy eating habits caused $37 million in damage to apple crops alone last year.


They don’t eat Big Macs, Whoppers, KFC Double Downs or -- and here’s a plus -- me or you.


There’s a lot to be said for that. I golfed the other day and was inundated by lousy black flies. They bit my exposed skin and did true nose dives into my nostrils.


They were terrible.


Tank-like stink bugs are much better company. They are very live-and-let-live.


The only time the stink bug offends non-farmers is if you kill it, an action which liberates its stinky soul to I guess rise up to heaven where I’m sure the chosen have been scrambling around for things like nose plugs and the heavenly suggestion box.


Sure it’s sort of creepy to have something so alien, so offensive and so potentially stinky in the house, but our children are all those things and we don’t suck them up with vacuum cleaner attachments.


It’s never been studied, but the stink bug may actually be the intellectual superior to the average kid. Think about it.


These are true in-sects, as opposed to the bugs that prefer nature (I’ve for years tried in vain to get people to call them “outsects”).


The stink bug spends its entire life trying to get into our homes.


Our children spend their childhood trying to get out of our homes. It is my understanding -- and personal history -- that this behavior lasts until we’re about 22 and decide to find homes of our own.


Then, and again this is just from my own experience, we return home for a six- year mooch until Mom refuses to do another load of laundry.


So there’s a reason why they’re not called stupid bugs.


Instead of killing stink bugs, we ought to appeal to their apparent intellects and train the ones that invade our homes to eat our unhealthy leftovers.


That way, like us, they might die of massive heart attacks, which I would guess would keep their stink intact.


Being a clear-eyed visionary in every regard except where it comes to my own income, I wonder about the evolutionary future of the stink bug.


The world climate is changing rapidly and I’m concerned the sudden rapid rise of the heretofore unknown stink bug might be a portent of future change.


Forget Global Warming. Could the world be on the verge of Global Stinking?


That could be catastrophic. It could lead to social upheaval. Civilization could plunge into reeking chaos.


That would really, really . . .


Dang . . . what’s the word I’m looking for?


Suck?


In a rare display of remarkable consistency, Friday will be exactly one year from when I wrote my first loving ode to the beleaguered stink bug. I may flip-flop on any number of issues, but I’m steady on stink bugs. Check it out if you haven’t gotten your daily fill of stink bugs already.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Even stink bugs need love


I can’t help but think right now some stink bug dad is telling his stink bug daughter she is beautiful and can grow up to be anything she wants to be.
And it breaks my heart to know the stink bug daughter is wailing in despair, “But, dad, I’m a stink bug and a stink bug is all I’ll ever be!”
It saddens me whenever the world imposes pre-conceived notions on any of God’s creatures simply for the way they were born.
I’m so liberal even stink bug bias offends me.
Man, do stink bugs have it tough.
Talk about having the decks stacked against you. Being called “Stinky” is one of the worst things that can happen to a kid. How would you like it if your entire race was referred to with that loathsome pejorative?
Even third world leaders would be loath to welcome the stink bug president into his or her office for a friendly meet ‘n’ greet.
I can only guess stink bugs were created so even the lowly dung beetle can sometimes feel a necessary surge of self-esteem to help it endure its universally grim 36-month life span spent rolling balls of dung across arid cow pastures
Dung Beetle: “Oh, woe, is me! I spend my entire day balling nutrient-rich dung to feed a family whose breath is so foul we never dare kiss or show affection. Oh, well. Least I ain’t no damn stink bug!”
I think most of the world’s wars were started by people who are determined to compensate for some slight that led to low self-esteem.
I vow that’s not going to happen with my precious loved ones. Not on my watch.
I may be failing at providing much in the way of material goods for my two daughters, ages 10 and 4, but, by God, these girls will know they are loved, they will know they are smart and they will know they are beautiful.
They will know all this because their Daddy made it a point to tell them so each and every day.
My fear is at some point they will one day read this and know their Daddy is an idiot because he spent a lot of time writing about things like the feelings of stink bugs instead of seeking a pay check.
I’ve seen scores of people on the news complaining bitterly about stink bug infestations. Some say that when squashed they emit a skunk-like smell. Others compare the odor to that of rancid old sneakers.
It’s a smell I cannot describe because I’ve never squashed a single stink bug and I never will.
Unlike so many of my discriminating brethren, I’m perfectly at peace with the stink bug.
In fact, I admire that, unlike blood-sucking bedbugs, the stink bug does nothing untoward to humans until we extinguish them. Then, like a foul soul ascending to stink bug heaven, the smell begins to rise.
To avoid that eventuality, experts advise homeowners to seize the stink bug and flush it down the toilet -- a not unreasonable place to dispose of something whose first name is stink.
Me, I cradle them in a tissue, march them to the back porch and give them a little pep talk.
“I have no quarrel with you, stink bug, so I’m setting you free. I wish you health, happiness and a competent press agent who’ll help you overcome the stigma of your off-putting name. Now, go and be free! And if you come back, better not let the missus catch you or else she’ll flush you down the crapper.”
I don’t know whether my little speech is heeded or is met with deaf ears. Heck, I don’t even know if stink bugs have ears. Despite my heartfelt promotions, all I really know about stink bugs is it’s unwise to squash ‘em.
But I believe every stink bug should have the opportunity to overcome hateful perceptions.
I hope one day teams of entomologists will reveal that a rare stink bug has been witnessed transforming itself into the most beautiful butterfly ever seen.
Dedicated entomologists would no doubt be bug-eyed at the sight, but that would, of course, be redundant.
How can dedicated entomologists be anything but bug-eyed?
But I will not rest until we banish all hateful bias from man, animal and insect.
That kind of obnoxious behavior really bugs me.
I think it stinks.