Big, Bad, Bugs

Deep Southern

Monsters crept

Palmetto bugs

Resembled

Gigantic roaches

Large stink bugs

With airfoils on

Their, back legs

Flew further, to be

Even more annoying

Fire ants in giant

Ant hills, bit with

Ferociousness of

The devil himself

Never ever went away

The topper of them all

Was the mole cricket

Weird, burrowing insect

With mole-like front end

Cricket-like back end

A face, not even

A mother could love

 

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Rolling, Rolling, Rolling (Dung Beetle Blues)

There were lots of cattle on the farm where I grew up.  And, in the pasture were lots of cow patties.  My brothers, sister, and myself had plenty of dung beetles to watch for entertainment.  There weren’t any smart phones–or electronic devices to entertain us in those days.  A post from two years ago.

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Rolling, rolling, rolling

Keep them dung balls rolling

Dung balls

Keep on growing

They may be

Full to overflowing

Roll, roll, roll ’em

You know

You can’t

Control them

Stay strong

Roll, roll, roll, them

Dung balls

All day long

Head ’em up

Move ’em out

Knowing there are

Larvae inside

Midweek Matinee

In which my

Scatterbrained mind

Is freed from most constraints

Yesterday, it was

Paws, claws, clenched jaws

At the veterinarian’s

Today, annoying, biting

Vampire horse flies

Attempted to feast

On my blood

Swatting scared

My poor dog

It took quite a bit

Of reassurance

To calm her down

I suppose yelling

Like an idiot

At horse flies

Was not necessary

ROLLING, ROLLING, ROLLING (DUNG BEETLE BLUES)

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Rolling, rolling, rolling

Keep them dung balls rolling

Dung balls

Keep on growing

They may be

Full to overflowing

Roll, roll, roll, ’em

You know

You can’t

Control them

Stay strong

Roll, roll, roll, them

Dung balls

All day long

http://www.blogs.scientificamerican.com/

CRAZY AUNTS/CRAZY ANTS

attic

Crazy aunts
Banned, to
Attic bedrooms
Creepy, basements
Behind, locked
Doors, peered
Through
Keyholes, till
Waves, of
Paranoia
Subsided

Knitted, tea
Cozies, to the
Accompaniment
Of, door chime
Symphonies
Escaped, further
From reality
Sailed away
On, imaginary
Sun shaft
Sailing ships
Till, nightfall
Took them
All away

Crazy ants
New reality
Followed
Pheromone
Trails, on
W
arm
Summer
Sidewalks
Attacked
Without
Warning
Anything
That, dared
Get, in
Their way

HOUDINI HOUSEFLY

the flyA vile renegade
Invaded my home
Fresh, from an engagement
In someone’s toilet bowl
I lost my civility–lost all control
There was no way
We’d ever be friends
Who knows, where it had been?

I came to despise
This horrible creature
With multifaceted eyes
That incessantly buzzed
Around my head, while
I plotted, its demise
Wished, it were dead!
My visitor stayed on
For breakfast and lunch
Was it the same fly
Or part of a bunch?

My Houdini housefly
House guest, house pest
Disappeared, reappeared
Escaped death, again and again
How had this tiny creature
With its miniscule brain
Held sway over me
And driven me so insane?

–Photo by Craig Roberts–