not plant related I know but i was walking home and saw the biggest FUCKING caterpillar I’ve EVER seen in my life just LITERALLY chilling on a tree….i left him alone to go about his life but holy shit like…..🅱️ode honestly
Hey I know these sausages! My blog is mostly just me updating my Polyphemus Moth faterpillar livepost right now. For variety’s sake, I just took these a minute ago for this post.
I legit have a bug room where I raise these turds. Yes they have their own room
Can you blame me? Look at this sweet face.
Their poops are as big as their head.
Here’s Mama laying the eggs they hatched from!
Polyphemus moths are very common in North America, ocurring in every US state except not as much in Arizona or Nevada, and in Canada as well. They will eat just about every leafy woody plant except hackberry.
October 6, 2018
oh my god theres so many im dying
also i saw on one of ur other posts u brought them in to see a class of first graders and like do u kno how this would have blown my mind as a first grader…..im a sophomore in college and the sheer Sausageness is blowing my mind like i would have just lost my shit man
You imply that I’m not constantly losing my shit over these? Hell, I stare at them while making gurgling noises because they’re SO FAT, then I look at the clock and realize it’s 3 am and I haven’t eaten anything all day and I have to get up for work in four hours.
And this is me exercising extreme amounts of moderation after what I now refer to as the Tawnypocalypse, where my first experience raising caterpillars happened after finding a mass of 200+ Tawny Emperor eggs [link], and I spent 6 hours a day feeding them/cleaning their habitat/staring at them for months. The Mama Polyphemus Moth laid 90 eggs, and I gave away almost all of them, instead of raising them all myself.
But yeah, those first graders were questioning reality. A lot of the public schools in my part of Texas are bilingual–classes are taught in a mix of Spanish and English because most of the students come from families that speak Spanish at home. All of the kids speak English fluently, but I would occasionally say something, and the kids could not believe it in English, so the teacher would translate what I’d said into Spanish, and they still couldn’t believe it, so they kept asking me, “Is that real?!” But they’d ask in Spanish because English is the language of lies. It was great!