Thank you, first of all, to Ellen for pointing me to a particular website with shots of a Hummingbird Moth because the pictures certainly looked like my buzzy creature, the creature that flitted around like a little hummingbird or bee or something. This is what happens when said moth gets worn out and stops, stops in its tracks, hopefully to lay eggs on the very plant that has been nourishing its wild ride. In case you have never seen one, THIS is a clear picture of a STILL hummingbird moth. Look how beat up it is. It reminds me of the last days of the silk moths that attach themselves to the house each year.
To all of you moth people...you are welcome. :o)
on our recent trip to New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, my husband and I stayed a couple of days on Campobello Island. While walking around the grounds of the Roosevelt home there, we were amused to see signs posted warning passersby that bees might fall on them. It seems the bees drink themselves into a stupor in the linden trees and pass out. We waited a while, but no bees fell on our head. It might have been a bit early in the day. ;)
Posted by: annmarie | August 15, 2010 at 08:39 AM
Moth-er of (tilt a) whirl.
Posted by: AlisonH | August 20, 2010 at 11:15 AM