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Joe the Bug Hunter: Camouflage and Controversy

Joe loved broccoli. It was his favorite vegetable, second only to carrots. So when his mom cried out in frustration over the small holes in the leaves of the broccoli plants, Joe decided he needed to investigate the cause.

Not sure if it was an insect doing all of the damage, Joe decided to first observe the area around the broccoli before arming himself with his bug gun.

After a few days of observation, Joe was frustrated too. He couldn’t understand why, every morning there were more holes in the leaves. He observed off and on all the previous days, but didn’t see a thing.

On closer inspection of the underside of the leaves, he suddenly saw it…a tiny green wormlike creature, perfectly camouflaged on the spine of the leaves.

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“Aha!” he shouted, turning to his mom who was weeding at the other end of the garden.

She jumped up and ran over to her son. “Did you find it?”

Joe pointed to the spot where the perfectly camouflaged wormy thing was.

“Oh no,” his mom said. “The cabbage looper.”

“The what?” Joe asked.

“Cabbage looper. There’s not much we can do to stop them now. I’m afraid all we can do is pick them off every morning and hope they don’t turn into the butterflies.”

“What do the butterflies do?” asked Joe.

“Well, they lay more eggs on cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower…even tomatoes.”

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Joe stared at his mom in horror. They would destroy the broccoli.

“How do we get rid of them?” he asked, straightening his spine, ready for the challenge and determined to succeed.

“Well, picking and squishing is the only way I know to get rid of them.” his mom said thoughtfully, turning to look at Joe. “Maybe you can look into other methods.”

Determined to succeed, Joe marched into the house to do some research on his Kindle.

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After reading several websites, Joe felt discouraged. The only real way to stop the looper, would have been to prevent them from laying their eggs in the first place.

They should have covered their plants with row covers in the spring. This would have prevented the moths from laying their eggs in the first place. Now all they could really do was to hand pick the larvae every morning. This would be difficult because they were so well camouflaged.

One site referenced attracting beneficial insects through companion planting. Marigolds, calendula, sunflower, daisy, alyssum or dill would have done the trick. Joe looked out the window at the kitchen garden. He knew his mom had planted dill, he could see it throughout the garden. He wondered if it was too far from the broccoli to do any good.

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Another site said that spraying with Bt (bacillus thuringiensis) could work as well. Some vegetable gardeners consider Bt an organic product because it is naturally occurring and found on leaf surfaces and in the gut of some caterpillars.

On Wikipedia, Joe read about some plants that had been genetically modified with Bt. Joe had heard his mom talk about genetically modified plants. He knew that some pests had become resistant to the genetically modified seed and so a new seed was engineered.

While Bt is naturally occurring, Joe wasn’t sure if modifying plants in a laboratory was safe or even right.

Corn and soy had been modified to resist Roundup by creating seed that soaked up the pesticide through the roots. The label on Roundup warned against ingesting the toxic chemical, yet it could be in food?

Not a lot of research had been done on the effect on people and those on each side of the argument, but the label on the pesticide clearly warned against ingesting it. He just didn’t understand how that was responsible. He made a note to do more research on the controversy.

Sighing, Joe trudged out to the garden and started picking these horrible caterpillars off his delicious broccoli, hoping no butterflies had hatched and resolving to talk to his mom about preventing them in future seasons through better companion planting and row covers.

 

 

 

Joe the Bug Hunter: Tick, Tick BOOM!

“We’re going to have to check everyone for ticks,” Joe’s mom announced after giving Jake a bath.

“Ticks?” asked Joe.

“Yep, I found one on Jake’s head while I was cleaning him up in the tub.”

“What are they?” asked Joe.

With a smile Joe’s mom said, “They’re bugs.”

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After his mom finished checking his head, Joe sat down to do some research.

The first thing he discovered is that ticks are not bugs. They’re arachnids, like spiders, and there are more than 900 different species across three families. They range in size from a tiny pin head to the size of a sesame seed.

The second thing he learned is that blood was their main food source and if they can’t find it, they die.

“So they are basically vampire spiders, cool!” Joe said out loud.

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They can smell breath and body odors, feel heat, moisture and vibrations. That’s how they find their prey. They can’t fly or jump so they hold onto leaves and grass with their third and fourth pair of legs and wait for their victim to brush the grass so they can to climb on.

Once on, they search for a good feeding spot like behind the ear or on the head. Then they cut through the skin and start feeding. Not so cool. Kinda gross actually. 

They are not really tree dwellers; they make their homes in bushes and tall grass. That explained the tick on Jake. They had been playing out in the pasture and Jake was a lot shorter than Joe. Plus, he fell down a lot so was brushing up against more grasses.

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Then Joe read that ticks can cause all sorts of nasty diseases and problems…sometimes carrying more than one. Infections,  Lyme diseaseRocky Mountain spotted feverrelapsing fevertularemiatick-borne meningoencephalitisColorado tick feverCrimean-Congo hemorrhagic feverbabesiosis, and cytauxzoonosis. Really not cool.

“How do you get rid of them?” Joe murmured.

He read on and found out that the best way is with a pair of tweezers. Squeeze the tweezers as close to the skin as possible and very steadily pull up being super careful not to leave anything behind so they don’t throw up nasty, infective fluids.

Wow. Joe no longer thought these nasty spider cousins were cool. He was really grossed out and worried about Jake. What if his mom didn’t know how to properly remove them?

After searching a bunch of sites, Joe found what he was looking for: how to eliminate them. There was the chalcid wasp which lays its eggs into ticks and the wasp babies kill the ticks when they are born.

Then there was the guineafowl. Just two of them can kill ticks over up to 2 acres a year.

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Suddenly Joe smiled. He’d hit the jackpot.

“Bingo!” he shouted.

His mom, coming up the stairs with a basket of laundry asked, “What did you find?”

“Well, for starters, they are not bugs.” Joe began.

“Oh?” said his mom.

“Yep.”

“And what else did you find?”

“Oh just another reason why chickens are AWESOME!”

 

 

 

 

Joe the Bug Hunter: Beast of Prey

“Alright Joe, since you cleaned your room we can go look at the chicks at the store.”

“Yay!” exclaimed Joe, punching the air, “Can we go now?”

“Let’s go after lunch, ok?”

Joe nodded his head and went to wash his hands before lunch.

After they were done and the dishes were in the sink, they got in the van and headed to Big R.

As soon as Joe walked in he made a beeline for the chicks, excitedly talking to them and asking a salesman, Tim, which were the best for laying eggs. His mom let him pick out the ones they were going to buy and they ended up heading out the door with 10 Rhode Island Red chicks instead of the 5-6 they had originally planned on.

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“Mom,” Joe had said, “Tim said that we could lose a few of them so we had better get more than we planned. He said that introducing new chicks to the flock can be tricky.”

His mom had reluctantly agreed, thinking what a good sales tactic ‘Tim’ had used.

Once they got home, they prepared the temporary home for the chicks, fed and watered them and put a heat lamp over the whole ‘house’ to make sure they stayed nice and warm. Then Joe went upstairs to do some more research on the chicks.

Once they are full-grown, their feathers will have a rusty color with some darker shades mixed in. Their eyes can be any color and their feet are rusty looking as well.

The roosters could weigh as much as 8.5 pounds and the hens as much as 6.5 lbs. Joe’s mom said she hoped they didn’t have any roosters, but Joe secretly hoped they did. It would be so cool to hatch their own chicks!

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They were originally created in Rhode Island and Massachusetts which is how they got their name. Rhode Island Red has a better ring to it than Massachusetts Red, thought Joe.

Once they start to lay, each hen could produce from 5-7 brown eggs per week.

“That means if all 10 survive, we could get up to 70 eggs a week!” Joe said to himself thinking that between the two of them, Jake and he could easily eat 30 eggs a week leaving 40 for his mom and dad and to share with family and friends.

Joe was amazed by all that the chickens would do for the garden. Their scratching helped aerate the soil and their poop helped to fertilize in preparation for planting. He was especially excited when he got to a list of bugs that they eat: grasshoppers, pill bugs, fleas, flies, lawn grubs, fire ants, scorpions, termites and the list goes on and on.

As he read further, he stopped short and jumped up, racing to the kitchen to find his mom.

“Mom! Guess what…guess what the chickens will eat for us?”

“Well let’s see…grains, worms, chicken scraps, seeds, bugs–”

“YES!” Joe interrupted. “That’s right, they eat bugs…a ton of different bugs from flies to all kinds of garden pests.”

“Really?” she asked, getting excited herself at the prospect of letting the chickens loose in the garden to hunt some of the pests that plagued their produce last year.

“That’s right! They eat aphids and squash bugs and loopers and horn worms and…Japanese Beetles!”

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Ah, thought Joe’s mom, smiling in excitement, a new weapon in the beetle battle.

 

 

 

Joe the Bug Hunter: The Bugbot

It had been snowing for days on end. Joe sat at the kitchen table looking wistfully out the window, dreaming of warm sunny days, green grass and bugs.

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“Mom?”

“Hmm,” she said, washing dishes and dreaming of Spring herself.

“Have you seen any bugs around?”

Joe had searched all over the basement hoping to find just one bug he’d never seen before to break up the boredom. So far he’d had no luck.

Joe’s mom smiled as she answered. “Actually, I think I did see one yesterday. It was downstairs in the storeroom.”

Joe jumped from his chair, grabbed his bug gun and raced down the steps to get to work.

Joe stood in the storeroom and slowly turned in a circle, scanning the area.

Scurry, scurry.

Joe stopped and listened. He could hear…what was that? Almost like little tiny nails scraping across the concrete floor.

Scurry, scurry.

Silently, Joe flipped on his laser light and crouched down to peek under the shelves.

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He crawled along, eyes peeled and waiting to detect any movement.

Scurry, scurry.

A tiny, jiggling bug ran across his laser light. It was…what color was that? Blue? No…purple? A purple bug? Joe shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times before refocusing the light.

He swept it in the direction the “bug” went and it again “jiggled” in front of his gun. Now he was sure of it. The bug was purple.

Joe sat back on his heels. Not only was the bug purple, it looked…plastic. A plastic purple bug that jiggled and jumped and ran around a…track.

“Where did this track come from?” Joe wondered aloud.

“Surprise!”

Joe dropped his gun at the sound of his mom’s voice. She stood in the doorway, a big smile on her face.

“I thought you would enjoy it. It’s called a nano bug. It’s kind of a mini robot.”

“A robot? A robot bug?” Joe asked.

His mom smiled. “Yep. The vibrations make it skitter and jitter and flip and flop. And…you can build different tracks for it…experiment with different containers.”

She smiled as she watched Joe turn the bug over in his hands, trying to figure out how it worked.

“Do you like it? It comes in a lot of different colors too.”

Joe looked up at his mom with a big, happy grin on his face.

“I love it! Can we get a red one?”

Joe the Bug Hunter: Stinky the Bug

Joe stared at the small brown shield-shaped bug safely contained in his bug house.

He’d found it in the kitchen, hiding in the cactus pot. After he had done some research on his Kindle, he discovered that it was the stink bug. It was just shy of an inch long and about as wide. It was kind of a pretty brown with small gray markings and spotty whitish legs.

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Joe knew why he had found it in the house. They weren’t that fond of cold evenings, so in the fall they found ways to enter the house to hang out until winter was over. They try to sleep through the winter, but sometimes the warmth of the house gets them to wake up and clumsily fly around light fixtures.

Joe wasn’t sure why they were called stink bugs. They smelled kind of like cilantro. He figured this out before reading it because when he sucked it up in the bug gun, the scent leaked out. Apparently birds and other predators didn’t like that smell though.

They weren’t born in the US…they were originally from Asia but they had most likely stowed away in packing crates…the first ones were found in Pennsylvania in ’98. They were quick to invade further West, but most of them found the Eastern half of the country pretty comfy.

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The big kids started to live longer and lay more and more generations of eggs in more and more places. This caused big problems in orchards, fields and even gardens.

Their campaign of destruction started on peaches, apples, green beans, cherries, raspberries and pears. As the season went on, they found tomatoes, soy, sweet corn and lima beans tasty as well. You could tell when it attacked by the appearance of tiny holes in the leaves and dimples in the fruits.

Joe didn’t see so much of a problem with losing lima beans. Yuck. But…fruit trees, tomatoes and green beans were among Joe’s favorite crops…so that was going to be a problem.

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These pretty little cilantro smelling stink bugs would have to go.

But, as luck would have it, there were ways to control these pests. Birds and wasps. And just what type of bird is known to feast on these bugs? The chickadee.

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Joe was very excited about this. While he felt that they didn’t necessarily need more stinging bugs what with all the bees and wasps already helping out, he already had a plan in the works to attract chickadees to the property using a combination of roosting posts, sunflower seeds and peanut butter.

“Hey Mom!” he shouted, full of excitement. “Not only do the chickadees eat aphids, they eat these cilantro bugs too!”

Time to stock up on peanut butter!

Joe the Bug Hunter: Drain Fly, Don’t Bother Me

Joe’s second swimming lesson had gone great! He was back in the locker room rinsing all the chlorine off in the shower when he noticed a tiny flying…something…circling the drain.

It was so small that at first he thought it was a gnat, but on closer inspection, he found he could see its wings pretty clearly so that couldn’t be what it was. Could it be a baby fly?

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Joe never went anywhere without his bug gun. (He had made the mistake of going to his grandma’s without it once, and he missed out on capturing a whole bunch of Asian beetles…never again.) So he quickly went to his locker, pulled it out, attached the observation chamber and headed back to catch this mystery bug.

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When he got home, he told his mom that he was going to do some research and try to find out what this bug could be.

“Okay sweetie, just try to wrap it up by dinner.”

Joe grabbed his Kindle and went to the table with a notepad. He typed “flies in shower” in the search bar and immediately found what he was looking for…the drain fly.

He looked closely at the creature and confirmed that it was, in fact, the drain fly.

It was small and gray with fuzzy wings, kind of like a moth. The grown-ups stayed really close to the food source…in this case, a locker room drain. The babies actually lived in the drain and burrowed into the slimy yuckiness that caked the pipes…which meant that chemicals had little affect on them. Even Drano was pretty much useless against these babies.

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The big kids had antennae and furry wings shaped like leaves. They are nocturnal, which means that they like the night better than the day, and they liked damp, gross places like drains.

Joe had seen his mom clean the drain in the bathtub once. He remembered how gross the stuff she pulled was…hair, slick and slimy scum…basically anything gross that is usually found stuck inside a drain pipe.

The drain flies don’t bite, but they multiply…a lot. When they aren’t hanging out in the drain, they’re stuck to the walls or ceiling just waiting for more gunk. Gross.

Luckily, even though they have wings, they don’t fly well so when you find one, it’s a sure bet you’ll find the rest nearby.

“Ick,” thought Joe. “These things are nasty…I wonder when Mom last cleaned the drain…”

Joe typed in a few more search terms and found what he was looking for. He went to the junk drawer in the kitchen and searched around for some flypaper. On his way to the bathroom he passed his mom in the hall.

“What are you doing buddy?”

Joe thought for a second. He didn’t want to freak his mom out and tell her that the drain in the bathroom might be infested with thousands of tiny and disgusting flies.

“Oh,” he said, “I’m just doing an experiment in the bathroom.”

“Ok, just clean up after yourself,” she said, and walked away.

Whew! Joe went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He unrolled the fly paper and placed it, sticky side down, over the drain hole in the tub.

“Ok, now we just have to wait for a day to see if we’ve been infested,” he whispered, wondering how he was going to keep his mom from going to the bathroom for a day.

Caution tape maybe?

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Joe the Bug Hunter: Fireflies in the Fog

A fog had rolled in, blanketing the homestead. Joe and his mom were making sugar cookies. Sugar cookie bugs to be exact. All kinds of bugs, lady bugs, grasshoppers, caterpillars.

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“Hornworms! Mom, let’s make some hornworms!”

Joe’s mom smiled and started to turn a caterpillar into a hornworm.

They finished decorating and cleaning up. Joe walked to the sliding glass doors to check out the fog. He could barely make the play set out in the fluffy thick cloud.

Suddenly, he saw a quick yellow flash of light. He shook his head thinking that it must be his imagination, but then he saw another and another…and another.

“Mom,” he whispered, as if the strange thing might hear him, “There’s something out in the fog.”

Joe’s mom walked over to the door and stood behind him. She too saw the flickering lights.

“Fireflies. It’s strange to see them this late in the season. Must be all the rain we’ve had lately.”

“Fireflies,” said Joe. “I’ve never seen one.”

“Hmmm. Maybe you could do some research,” said his mom.

Excited, Joe sat and pulled out the Kindle his awesome mom and dad had got him for research. He pulled up the bug app they had installed and searched for “fireflies”.

“Mom, they have other names. Lightning bugs, glow fly, moon bug…they’re called blinkies in Jamaica.”

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They laid their eggs on or in the ground and the eggs hatched three to four weeks later with the baby “glowworms” feeding until the end of the summer. The larvae are commonly called glowworms which could be confused with the glowworm beetle.

“I wonder…” thought Joe, clicking on link to “Phengodidae” which was the scientific name for glowworms. Joe imagined the glowworm toy in Jacob’s room and chuckled.

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Joe had learned a long time ago that scientific names were in Latin so that organisms could be put in groups with common traits, or features. Supposedly, people could study them more quickly and it made it easier to make connections between different species.

This made sense, sort of, since the names everyone else used could be confusing. Like a whale shark wasn’t really a whale, or even related to whales, or even a mammal. It was a fish.

“Bingo!” Joe exclaimed.

Unlike the firefly, the glowworm beetles were hunters who fed on millipedes and other bugs like caterpillars. Joe glanced at the caterpillar cookies and frowned. Not good, he thought. Most caterpillars were great for the garden.

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Reading on he became less sure which type of fire bug it was. Glowworm beetles, the girls in particular, could have two heads. One that glowed red, but may or may not fly around. Joe guessed they had to stay on the ground if they were hunting millipedes and caterpillars.

Back to the fireflies. Ooh, some of them ate slugs. That could be helpful. Joe and his mom both thought slugs were gross. Cool! Some of them shoot their digestive fluids at their prey, like a squirt gun. But some of them fed on pollen and nectar too.

Jumping up, Joe grabbed his bug gun, attached the laser light and started to head outside.

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“Not so fast,” said his mom. “Where are you going?”

“Mom, I need to find out if this is a firefly or a glowworm.”

“Joe, I don’t want you going out into this fog. It’s too thick and it’s getting dark. Plus, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“But Mom–“.

“No buts,” she interrupted. “Besides, it’s getting late and we still need to brush your teeth, read and pray before bedtime.”

Joe smiled. Mom had played the trump card. She knew he couldn’t resist reading time; he loved books.

“Ok, I guess I can wait until tomorrow to catch one and study it.”

He headed to the bathroom to start the bedtime routine.

As he brushed his teeth he smiled. He thought that maybe he could convince his mom to read 6 books instead of the usual five. After all, she loved books as much as he did.

Joe the Bug Hunter: The Excavator

The hammering noise was driving Joe crazy. For days, he’d been trying to discover the source of it.

“Da-da-dadadada…dadadada.”

Frowning, Joe looked out the window and saw nothing but Charlie bouncing along in the snow drifts. What in the world was that noise?

Joe put on his snow suit and went outside, for the third time that day, to try and find the source of the annoying pounding.

He looked up and did not see it. He looked down and did not see it. Where was it coming from, he thought to himself. He turned to go back into the house and saw it. A tiny bird perched on the side of the house pounding away with his beak.

“Whoa,” he said to himself. “What kind of bird is that?”
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Joe observed it for a few minutes and determined, although it was tiny, it was too big to suck up in his bug gun. Instead, he went back in the house to find out what it was.

“Hey mom, what kind of bird would be knocking on a house?”

His mom sighed. She too had heard that pounding for days, and was just as annoyed as Joe. Maybe even more annoyed she thought. After all, she had had a run in with it before. Even though she knew it could not possibly be the same one that constantly attacked their home in Minnesota, she couldn’t help but wonder if it had followed them across two states just to drive her bonkers. Oh how she wished they were not a protected species!

“It’s a woodpecker sweetie.”

“A woodpecker?”

“Yep. They bang on trees, and apparently houses. I think they peck at wood to search for food so I’m not sure why it is banging away on our house.” They had vinyl siding.

Joe normally hunted bugs, but after thinking on it for a few seconds…he decided he could make an exception this time.

“I’ll find out!” he said running over to the laptop.

After an hour of research, Joe had found out A LOT about woodpeckers. He still thought the constant banging was extremely rude, but he also thought the birds were pretty cool.

They could be aggressive loners or social and live in groups with their friends and mates. Some of them even mingled with other birds that shared their taste in food.

Now for the really cool part…they ate bugs…all kinds of bugs from beetles to caterpillars. For dessert (at least Joe thought it was dessert), they ate fruit, nuts and tree sap. Most of the time they found their food in dead or decaying trees, but the sap and nuts they got from healthy, live trees.

They got some of their bug food from live trees too. And usually they kept the trees healthy by eating enough bugs to protect them from a mass take over, like from termites. They used their giant, horned tongue to extract the food. Blech.

Unfortunately, they also ate ants and spiders…useful garden bugs.
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Joe looked out at the property. They didn’t have very many trees and the ones they had were small and scraggly, which must be why this one was pecking on the house. 

He typed in a few more key phrases and found a few sites that gave some information on what kind of animals…lets just say were known to “deter” the woodpecker from pecking. Hawks, eagles and even fox for the larger ones.

He watched Charlie sitting on the deck surveying his kingdom. They already had coyotes at night so he didn’t want to add foxes to the list of things to worry about.

He remembered seeing a red-tailed hawk perched on their garden shed. He typed in a few more search terms and found a few sites that said that these hawks ate small rodents, mice and…rabbits.
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Hmmm…so they ate rabbits and mice too.

“Hey mom…I think we can probably kill two birds with one stone using this woodpecker as bait.”

Joe chuckled. “Two ‘birds’ with one stone. That’s funny.”

Joe the Bug Hunter: Squatter in the Basement

Joe’s mom had asked him to pick up his toys in the basement.

“It looks like your toy box exploded downstairs. Please go and put your toys away.”

“Jacob helped get them out Mom.”

“I’ll bring him down as soon as he wakes up from his nap to help you.”

Joe trudged down the basement steps. His mom was always asking him to pick up the toys even though Jacob played with them just as much as he did.

He started to pick up the toys when he saw something move across the carpet…fast. It was too small to be a mouse. Joe glanced toward the stairs wondering how long it would take for Jacob to wake up and for his mom to come downstairs. Did he have time to investigate?
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Deciding that he did, he slowly crept to where he saw the thing go.

At first he didn’t see it, but then it darted out from under the couch…running quickly toward the coffee table. Time to get the bug gun.

After creeping up the stairs…checking to see if his mom would see him…he quickly grabbed the gun and bug house that he had left on the kitchen table and raced back down the steps, worried that he wouldn’t be able to find it again.

He crawled around for a few minutes and saw it scurrying to the chair by Daddy’s office. A few dives and danger rolls later, he had sucked it up into the observation chamber.
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He recognized it immediately and was excited to learn more about it. So with good motivation, he finished picking up the toys in record time and ran back up the stairs with his new find…the centipede.

Joe knew that “centi” meant 100 but he was shocked to read that they could have anywhere from 20 t0 300 legs. No wonder they could move so fast. If he had 100 legs he could run around the property in 1 minute!
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They are carnivorous so they eat other bugs and they can grow up to 12″. Joe looked at the one he had caught. He thought it looked about 1″ long.

Whoa. There were up to 8,000 species with only 3,000 described. Joe wondered if they all communicated with each other. If so, they could organize and march across the country eating every bug they found and the larger ones can munch on lizards, frogs, rodents, spiders, beetles, bats and even birds. Did they jump to catch them? Yikes.

Some had eyes and some did not. But they can only sense light and dark and some don’t have eyes at all so their last pair of legs act like ears. They didn’t have pincers, but their first legs act like them and capture the food…giving them a shot of venom to keep them still. Again, yikes.

Each pair of legs gets longer and longer as they go towards the back so they don’t overlap or collide with another centipede or trip.

They breathe like regular insects. Joe had never read anything about bugs breathing. He guessed they needed oxygen just like everything else.

Geeze. The girls don’t seem like very good moms. If they are threatened they’ll either abandon their eggs or eat them. Gross.

Beetles and snakes, among other things, eat them. Too bad he didn’t have a pet snake.

As Joe read about the harm they could cause for humans, the color drained from his face. The bite to an adult could be painful and cause swelling and a lot of discomfort…but the smaller ones couldn’t even puncture the skin. Joe wondered if a 1″ centipede was considered small. After mulling it over he decided that he didn’t want to take any chances. It was just too much of a risk.

“Hey sweetie, what are you researching?”

He jumped. The sudden sound of his mom’s voice startled him.

He stood and looked at his mom.

Solemnly he said, “I wish I hadn’t let that stag beetle go Mom.”

Joe the Bug Hunter: Beetle Mania

Joe knew a lot about beetles. He was fascinated by the different types there were. So you can imagine his excitement to find one trapped in the slider of the sliding glass door.

Joe had never seen this kind of beetle before so he pulled out his handy field guide…he always kept this in his back pocket for emergency purposes…and started looking through the section on beetles until he found it; the giant stag beetle.
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Positive that this was the beetle trapped in the door (and thinking the name of it was pretty cool), Joe carefully corralled it into his bug house and set it on the table before heading over to the laptop to do some research.

His eyes widened as he read that although most were around 2 inches long, this particular beetle could grow up to 4.8 inches! His mom would love that…NOT.

It was called a “stag” beetle because its pincers, or mandibles, looked like stag (boy deer) antlers.

Joe smiled as he read that the boys liked to wrestle using their jaws…ouch. Usually they were fighting over a girl. He thought that was strange. Hmmm. Maybe, in the world of bugs, girls didn’t have cooties.

The girls were usually a little bit smaller than boys and had white on their bodies. Joe looked at the beetle hanging out in the bug house. He didn’t see any white so it was probably a boy.

He read on and found out that when they were kids, or larvae, they sat around for a few years eating rotting wood. They made a sort of shell from the soil and wood to protect them as they grew. They stayed in this shell until they were finally ready to become adults. They ate tree sap and spoiled fruit.

Joe glanced up at the fruit basket by the door and saw that there were some pretty brown bananas. He looked back at the stag beetle, wondering if that was where it was headed when he captured it.
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He walked over and took one of dark brown bananas. He wasn’t sure how much it would eat, so he squeezed a little bit off the end and dropped it in the bug house.

Feeling thirsty, he went to the fridge to get some water.

When he came back to check on the beetle a minute or so later, it had already eaten half of the piece of banana he had given it.

Joe shook his head, a little sad that he had to let the beetle go. He had thought it would be cool to keep it as a pet, but he did not want to feed the beetle all of his bananas.

He released the beetle into the back yard and cleaned out the bug house. Then he went downstairs to find his mom and ask her if she would make him his favorite…banana bread.