Caterpillar Envy

Last week one day, one of the blogs I frequent (The Old Nichols Farm) featured a post about a Monarch caterpillar. Jess, the brain behind the blog, is one of those people I met in cyberspace (aka the people in my computer) that I could totally hang out with. She’s funny. She loves taking pictures. She’s got three really cute kids. And a gun. She kills chickens. She likes bugs. And she’s got a great sense of humor about it all. I know I already said she’s funny. But having a sense of humor about life and being able to poke fun at oneself without being self-deprecating in a truly negative fashion is different than just being funny. It’s an art.

Anyway, Jess’s oldest child started school this year. On the first day, to keep the younger two occupied, she decided to go looking for a caterpillar. And they found one!

Later that day, she reported to me that it was already or in the process of becoming a chrysalis. I honestly don’t know much about the Monarch life-cycle, so I went looking for information. That’s where I learned that in only about 10 days, a Monarch butterfly would emerge from the chrysalis.

How cool for she and her kids to be able to see that!

I thought it was so cool, in fact, that I looked at the yellow plants those very friendly soldier beetles frequent to see if I saw a Monarch caterpillar. I did not. I didn’t really think I would. But one never knows.

Oddly enough though, as I was walking down Turkey Hollow Road under one very large pine tree, look what just happened to catch my eye…

The biggest caterpillar I have ever seen. It was at least four inches long!

That is not exactly what it looked like when I first saw it. That’s what it looked like when I returned. I love the way the sun is lighting up its hair.

This is what it looked like when I noticed it for the first time.

Caterpillar dangling from pine tree.

It was dangling pretty low. I walk under this tree every time I walk the dogs to the end of the road. The caterpillar was low enough that I could easily reach the branch it was hanging from.

How could I NOT take it home?

Hubby, who usually thinks my interest in critters is weird, was even impressed. Here’s a picture of it in front of Hubby’s hand to give you a better idea as to the size of the thing.

Hubby showing off our caterpillar.

It actually looks shorter in that picture than it did at time of capture. Here it’s a bit contracted . Can you blame the thing?

At first glance, I thought it was a Luna Moth. The only really big moth I knew about. So I looked it up on the Internet. It is actually an Imperial Moth caterpillar. One reference I read said it could get as big as a 6 7/8-inch wingspan. That’s bird-sized!

Unfortunately, I also learned that when it’s time for this one to make its little cocoon, it burrows underground. AND, even worse, it doesn’t re-emerge until June. No watching that metamorphosis. My luck, I’d put the thing in a jar, under some dirt, and forget about it. Then next summer we’d have a house full of bird-sized moths. No. Thank. You!

So I set the thing free.

Newly-liberated Imperial Moth caterpillar.

I released it in this little pine tree at the edge of our driveway.

Our Charlie Brown pine tree.

When I stopped by later to check on it, I got this really cool picture.

Imperial Moth Caterpillar (upside-down and facing camera)

Click on the picture if you want a full-screen view.

Speaking of really cool pictures, I also had to share this one I got of a grasshopper. Of course there’s also a soldier beetle in the picture. Those things are everywhere.

Grasshopper

I can’t wait to return to the WV place to see what other critters I can find.

We Reached a High Point

Yesterday was a picture-perfect day for motorcycling. And we were thrilled to be able to take advantage of it.

We left the house around 11:00 and rode just over 190 miles from our WV place north through Maryland and into Pennsylvania. Then we headed west into West Virginia and south, skirting the far western edge of Maryland. We stopped briefly in Rowlesburg, West Virginia before heading east again into Maryland and then back into West Virginia.

Confused? This map should make it easier, depending who you are. Map-reading is one of those skills technology (GPS) seems to be making obsolete.

Today's ride map.

I love maps. Planning our rides is fun for me. Once I have the ride all mapped out, I write the route on a piece of paper and stick it in my tank bag, which has a special, see-through spot for that exact purpose.

It really was a great ride. Temperatures in the mountains were near-perfect. There were some repeat roads, but there were a few new ones, too. Some of the roads were a bit rough, but the scenery was so pretty, it was worth it. At one point, I was 95% sure I’d turned onto the wrong road and gotten us lost. But the road we were on was so pretty, I just didn’t care. One is never REALLY lost as long as one has a map.

I’ll show you a few pics from the ride shortly. But first, look what I saw in our backyard right before we left.

Mama and her baby just a few feet from the back patio.

Yes, I’ve seen plenty of deer before. But I have never, since January 2005, seen them this close to our house. It was cool seeing them that close, but it wasn’t the high point this post’s title refers to.

In Rowlesburg, West Virginia.

We got to Rowlesburg via CR-51 Salt Lick Road from Terra Alta. We’d been to Rowlesburg before, but had never arrived by this route. CR-51 is a pretty narrow, winding road. It may not be the quickest or most picturesque way to get from point A to point B, but it’s fun putting along roads like this seeing how folks live. The picturesque route would have been to take SR-7 west from Terra Alta then SR-72 south at Kingwood. This route, which we’ve ridden a couple of times previously, parallels the Cheat River.

Small park in Rowlesburg, which was perfect for a drink break.

Rowlesburg is a cute little town in a very pretty location, but it has seen better days. It’s one of those railroad towns of which there are plenty in the Appalachian Mountains that thrived in a different era, but struggles to hang on today. It’s doing better than most, however, so if you are in the area, be sure to stop by for a visit.

Hubby waiting for me to finish documenting the trip. He's a great sport.

Here’s a bit of Rowlesburg’s history if you are interested. Nice place, but still not aforementioned the high point.

After that, we continued to US-50 and headed east. I’d always wanted to visit Cathedral State Park, which is where we stopped for lunch.

Hubby posed with our little picnic spread of bread, cheeses, pepperoni and olives. YUM.

We found a nice little shady spot to eat our lunch, which we’d picked up much earlier in the day at the huge Martin’s grocery store in Lavale, MD.

The trail through the hemlock forest.

I want to go back to Cathedral State Park one day for a hike. Doesn’t it look like a nice place for a stroll?

Hubby waiting patiently. Again.

The picnic was awesome. But it’s still not the high point. Want to know what the high point was?

At 3,213 feet, Mt. Davis is the highest point of elevation in Pennsylvania.

It was a literal high point. If you’d like, you can check out this map of state high points.

Altogether, we were gone for about 6 hours. The girls were happy to have us back.

Meg and K smiling at Mama.

Do you think I could get all three of them to sit still for one photo? Of course not. So here’s a sort of good one of Belle.

K and Belle.

That was our day.

Bugging

This day, like this blog post, started off innocently enough.

Well, sort of.

We drove to the WV place last night after a hectic day of work. I did some more work when we arrived, so it was after midnight when I went to bed. We haven’t been here for a couple of weeks so the girls were extra-excited. They forced me out of bed at 5:45 AM.

It was still dark.

I started the coffee brewing and got to work.

Did I mention that today was supposed to be my day off?

Around 6:30, I decided to take the girls for their walk down the hill. Temps were in the 50s. I was wearing my flannel house pants. You could see the steam rising from my coffee.

It was a bit “froggy” as my Dad would say, but quite serene. And cool! Yes, cool. Hubby actually described it as “almost cold.” (He and I have completely different body thermometers.)

A foggy morning at the WV place.

Hot coffee tastes SOOO good when strolling outdoors on a cool, almost-Fall morning.

Notice all the weeds along the driveway? The place is starting to look overgrown and abandoned.

Until you look closer. You know, stop and look at the flowers.

I wasn't the only worker bee awake.

I could not resist this early morning shot of a bumble bee and some soldier beetles. I have no idea what this yellow plant is called, but we’ve got LOTS of it. And it’s quite popular with the critters.

Plant with a cold?

This plant wasn’t looking very healthy. I don’t know what that snot-like substance is, but I’ve seen it hanging off of other plants before and even some trees.

Some of these bad boys are about eight feet tall (~2.66 meters).

I was just thinking about getting the weed whacker out and knocking back some of this overly abundant vegetation when I remembered the soldier beetles.

Those of you who’ve read this blog for a while may know where I’m going with this. It gets a bit x-rated.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

It’s the time of year when soldier beetles show up by the gazillions to, um, frolic on these yellow plants.

Soldier beetles frolicking.

I don’t know why it’s just this plant. The plants don’t have to have flowers so it can’t be a yellow thing.

Soldier beetles getting "better acquainted."

Actually, it is a yellow thing. Apparently soldier beetles (there’s more than one kind) are most frequently seen on goldenrod and milkweed.

Group fraternization.

Bugs intrigue me. I took these pictures to illustrate this annual oddity. Not because the bugs are, you know, doing it.

Seriously. Every year around this time, soldier beetles show up by the gajillions to gather on these plants. Not grass. Not trees. Not clover. Not the ground. On these plants with yellow flowers.

More fun in a crowd.

What I find even odder is that they seem to prefer large, group gatherings.

I guess we’ll just have to learn to live with the weeds. I don’t want to be the one responsible for interrupting hundreds of bug orgies.

There’s bound to be some bad karma associated with a stunt like that…

I would’ve taken more pictures, but that brief foray into the wild was my one bit of freedom for the day. I worked pretty much non-stop from 6:00 AM to just about 6:00 PM.

Some day off, eh?

Playing Catch-up

At the end of my last post, I told y’all I’d be in Pennsylvania for a few days. I left on Monday and got back around midnight on Thursday. It would’ve been earlier, except I stopped at Amy’s to help shuttle kids from sports practice and celebrate our August TTT (the first official one since Shannon got back).

Friday afternoon, Amy dropped the kids at our house and went off to Pittsburgh for the weekend for some military-related conference. It’s been an exhausting but fun weekend.

Here are a few pics captured over the last six days…

Here I am with a few of my co-workers on Tuesday night.

To truly appreciate the next shot, you need a bit of back story. Hubby knew I had a bunch of work to get done on Friday. So after he took Amy to the airport, he took all three kids to the pool. All by himself. They didn’t get back until just before 5:00 PM. Since Joey missed his afternoon nap, he fell asleep with Hubby on the recliner. He woke up in time for snack and, since he’d already napped, he didn’t think he needed to go to bed.

This boy makes the funniest “I’m REALLY mad now” faces I have ever seen. He still says “my” instead of “I” when speaking about himself.

"My not want to go to bed."

On Saturday, we had to get Gaige to a football scrimmage game and Brianna to her soccer opening day celebration.

Joey and Pop driving a pretend car.

Hubby did a great job keeping Joey busy while Gaige played his game.

Runaway Pop.

Speaking of Gaige… look at the size of the helmet this little guy has to wear. I bet it weighs about 25% of his body weight.

Gaige in his scrimmage uniform.
Look at the size of that helmet.

Most of Brianna’s morning was spent standing around waiting for team photos. I didn’t get many shots of her on Saturday.

Brianna having her face painted at the opening day shindig.

Sunday was really Brianna’s big day. I had to drop her off at an end-of-summer camp for kids with deployed parents. Gaige and Joey are too young to attend. She was SUPER excited.

Brianna in her bunk.

I told her I had to take plenty of pics to show Mommy the drop-off because I know Amy was not happy to have missed it.

Brianna the happy camper.

The thing that amazed me was the kid was not even the slightest bit nervous or apprehensive. Here you have a nine-year-old girl who has never been to sleepaway camp and doesn’t know if she’ll know anyone there. That’s just her personality, though. She’s a very friendly and outgoing kid.

The boys in our backyard.

When I got back to the house, Gaige, Joey and I tossed the football around a bit. Gaige was a bit surprised that I know how to throw a football. How many grannies do you know who can do that?  🙂

Hubby and Joey relaxing in front of the TV.

We fed the boys dinner then got them bathed and ready for bed. Amy’s flight, which was supposed to arrive at 6:40, was delayed until 10:05. Hubby actually just left to pick her up at the airport. They’ll either all spend the night here or she’ll wake them and drive them home tonight.

Naan Pizza

Naan is an Indian flatbread we first discovered when it was served to us at the local kabob restaurant.

It is pronounced two different ways. The way we have always said it rhymes with Ann. One day last week, Shannon heard Mike say it that way and snickered, saying it really is pronounced like “non.” Since she did recently spend like a month in India AND she’s a foodie, we believed her.

But Hubby and I did enjoy a nice chuckle on Friday when he told Shannon we were having Naan Pizza (pronounced NON Pizza) for dinner and she said, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

You can’t blame her really. Hubby can sometimes be a smart ass and who knew what he might’ve meant by non-pizza.

As soon as he said it our way (naan rhyming with Ann) she knew what we meant.

Naan Pizza

The plan was that we would each assemble our own pizza. That meant we could have whatever we liked on it. I ended up assembling Hubby’s for him, though, because he was busy working to finish the basement. They all started with pizza sauce. Hubby’s had pepperoni, mozzarella cheese, and tomato chunks. Oh yeah, and a little bit of canned Parmesan cheese since foodie Shannon said that’s what makes the pizza top brown up a bit.

In addition to both cheeses, mine (shown on upper left in the above picture) had mushrooms, onions, black olives and pepperoni. It was DELICIOUS.

More Naan Pizza

We only have one pizza stone so we had to use a baking sheet to cook my second pizza and the two Shannon assembled. They got crispier than the ones cooked on the pizza stone, but were still very tasty. Shannon’s pizza had the cheeses plus pepperoni, tomato chunks, mushrooms and salad greens. (I’m probably forgetting something.) She and I had salads with ours, too.

Speaking of salads, I wish I’d been taking pictures of all the different salads I have made recently. I like assembling salads. It’s fun throwing a bunch of different stuff together to see what works best. Lately, I’ve been making some awesome salads, if I do say so myself.

My favorite is the one using spring mix (baby red and green romaine and oak leaf lettuces, red and green chard, arugula, friseé, and radicchio, among others) topped with pears, sliced strawberries, blueberries, tomatoes, pecans, feta cheese and a raspberry-walnut vinaigrette dressing.

Although last night’s more traditional salad of spring mix topped with mushrooms, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, freshly-grated parmesan cheese, mesquite-marinated and grilled NY Strip steak and peppercorn ranch dressing was fabulous, too.

Hungry yet?

Sorry.

I won’t be talking about food or much of anything else over the next few days. I have to travel to King of Prussia, Pennsylvania (where my employer is headquartered) for a work thing. I’m looking forward to seeing my co-workers. Unfortunately, it’s only the US crew. But we hope to see our international comrades early next year.

I may or may not be blogging from KoP. If you don’t see any activity here over the next few days, that’s why.

An Occasion Worth Celebrating

Last night, Shannon and I made the trek north to Amy’s house to assist with sports practice.What do I mean by “assist”?

Remember, Amy’s husband is currently deployed. She and her hubby are both of the mindset that the kids shouldn’t miss out on anything just because TJ is away. So they’re still playing sports.

Gaige (age 6) plays football. His team has two-hour practice sessions FOUR nights a week at a field about 30 minutes from where they live. Brianna (age 9) plays soccer. She only practices two nights a week for an hour each night. Her field is only about 5 minutes away, but in the opposite direction. Joey (age 3) is too young for organized sports. So he just makes Amy crazy as she drives back and forth between fields and stands on the sidelines while the kids practice.

On Thursdays, both kids have practice at the same time. I told Amy I’d try to help once in awhile by taking one or the other kid to their respective field. Last night, Shannon came along. We had just the right number of adults. Amy took Gaige to football. I took Brianna to soccer. Shannon stayed at the house with Joey.

I did take my camera along, but it was raining off and on, quite heavy at times, so I left it at the house with Shannon. Which is cool because she caught a couple cute images of Joey.

Joey showing off his work boots that are just like Daddy's.
Joe Cool (Note the work boots, work gloves AND the fact that his foot is propped on his motorcycle.)

Of course, I didn’t get any pics of the other kids. Maybe we’ll have better weather next week.

Speaking of next week, Shannon, Amy, and I spent a bit of time trying to determine if last night was our August Thirsty Third Thursday. We were all together, after all, and it was Thursday. But it was only the second Thursday of the month. Yes, we could celebrate early, but we eventually decided that next Thursday should be our August Thirsty Third Thursday.

Why does all of this matter? Because, since Shannon was off traveling the world, our last Thirsty Third Thursday was in September 2009. ELEVEN months ago!

Yes, Amy and I did do some TTTs without Shannon, but it just wasn’t the same. When I told Amy we need to make up for lost time, she said, “Does this mean I can expect you both here every Thursday for the next two months?”

I guess we’ll have to wait and see…

But look, we DID manage to capture a nice pic of the three of us, together for the first time since September 2009.

The TTT Crew.

Definitely an occasion worth celebrating, eh?