#peck's skipper

[indigrassy]

Lil pecker

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Peck’s Skipper - Polites peckius

For this specie, it is an overwintering insect, and it's been many years since this blog has had the chance to share information and pictures such a skittish Skipper. Having recently uploaded an older blog video from 2019 to YouTube featuring this insect, I figured that new pictures were needed to refresh the memory of this petite summer flyer since it's been years from the last showcase. At time of writing, winter's chill has taken hold of Toronto and has brought snow and cold winds. Many insects have long since ventured to warmer environment or have begun their overwintering process. Although we have the privilege to witness their adult forms flitting and flying about during summer in these pictures, the Peck's Skipper seems to overwinter during its Caterpillar stages. The consensus seems to be that the Caterpillars will hatch and get to munching away at the many varieties of grasses that are found in nature and among gardens. The brown-colored larvae appear to be more elusive compared to the adults, but this may be due to a preference for nocturnal feeding, thusly avoiding predators of daytime hours and the potential for desiccation brought by the sun. In any case, the Caterpillars will feed and grow, and then hide away when temperatures drop.

Typically, these brown-colored Skipper Caterpillars will overwinter as partially grown larvae (perhaps between instars 3-5), but it can depend on the area and conditions. For instance, while in Canada there is only one generation of Peck's Skipper per year, there can be up to 3 generations the further south you travel (within North America). In some cases, conditions may be such that they instead overwinter in their Chrysalis form. The Chrysalis form may seem like the more practical course given that the adult Butterfly can simply emerge and fly off, and yet the larval emergence appears to be the preference, at least in Canada anyway. Given that the Skipper larvae feed on grasses, they have plenty to eat during the spring and can pupate while temperatures are warmer and ideal. Furthermore, the adult Skippers can enjoy all the nectar-filled summer blooms. A Chrysalis emergence of this skittish insect after winter would perhaps be more ideal in areas where a spring can bring an abundance of flowers in a short amount of time. For the individuals here, oregano and baby's breath makes for a fine nectar meal, while large grass blades make for ideal perching spots.

Pictures were taken on June 7 and 14 & July 28, 2020 with a Google Pixel 4. To keep this adorable Skipper in our minds, fellow bug hunters, expect at least one more post around summer time.

[arthropodopolis]

Peck's Skipper, Polites peckius

[b4bphotography]

Tiny Butterfly - Peck's Skipper

The smallest butterfly? Smaller than a bee.

[little-creature-of-the-day]

little creature of the day: Peck's skipper

i love there big ol’ eyes

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[horsebeast]

peck's skipper, Polites peckius

[borgersbugbox]

I believe this is a Peck’s Skipper!

Glamor shots of a little skipper butterfly taken at the local botanical gardens. I keep meaning to look in my bug book to identify the species, but I keep forgetting lol

[chickenmeow]

[herpsandbirds]

Peck's Skipper (Polites peckius), family Hesperiidae, OH, USA

photograph by Carri Kopec

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚃

description: In which lisa evans and her girlfriend have been together way to long without an announcement

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lisa evans x female reader

disclaimer: remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: a few rough words, suggestive! and fluff!

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"Lisa!" y/n laughed, smacking her girlfriend's hand away from the icing bowl again, the Scott whining as she did so, glaring teasingly at her lover.

"It's baby to you!" Lisa scolds and y/n chuckles as she presses a quick kiss to the woman's lips.

Lisa smiles a little at that, sat happily on the counter as she watched her lover bake cupcakes, y/n hummed lightly along to the music from the radio.

She was swaying lightly and Lisa couldn't help but slide from the counter and wrap her arms around her lover's waist, folding into her as she rested her forehead against her shoulder.

The two swayed like that for a moment, y/n finally finishing the icing on her first batch of cupcakes, the second and third in the oven currently.

Lisa was far too used to her lover baking, she knew she found it relaxing after training and the staff never complained about the sweet treats they got the next day.

y/n turned in Lisa's light hold, their faces coming level, considering they were the same height, and Lisa smiled softly as y/n raised a cut bit of the cupcake.

"Open." She tells Lisa who does and she feeds her the sweet treat, Lisa groaning at how good it tasted.

"When we retire, you should open a bakery, because jesus." Lisa says, pecking her girlfriend's lips.

"It tastes okay then?" y/n asks and Lisa nods.

"Fantastic, though I prefer something else sweet." Lisa says, the suggestive tone seeping through her voice as she presses her lips back against her lover.

y/n lets out a chuckle but grips her girlfriend's shoulders with a gasp when a cold hand spreads over her lower back, sneaking under her shirt to press her body into Lisa's.

"You're insatiable Evans." y/n mutters to her girlfriend, who hums and begins to move her lips down her girlfriend's neck, pausing when her lover lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

Just as Lisa goes to nip at the skin, the oven timer begins to beep, and y/n snaps into action and pushes her girlfriend lightly from her as she gets the cupcakes out the over.

Lisa groans in annoyance and y/n laughs at her as she makes sure the cupcakes are ready, she places them on the cooling rack and turns to her pouting girlfriend.

"Let me finish these, and then we can continue that." y/n winks and Lisa grins.

"We can have sex?" She asks excitedly.

"You're saying it like you haven't had it in years." y/n laughs and Lisa pouts.

"Feels like it." Lisa huffs and y/n rolls her eyes.

"Lisa it's been four hours!"

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y/n was exhausted by the time the game came to it's end, it was a good result, the win would keep them in the top four of the table, which no one had expected from West Ham at the beginning in this season.

Shaking a few hands, y/n laughed when a body landed on her back, her girlfriend pecking her cheek multiple times. The crowd of Chigwell cheered, seeing one of the couples of West Ham.

While Mackenzie and Kirsty were cute, they were a lot less touchy during game time, Lisa and y/n were the opposite, both very touchy people, and therefore would always share some sort of contact after the game.

People loved them, the Scottish forward and English CAM, the two worked so well, and today was just proof, two goals for y/n, plus to assists, one to Lisa's goal and one to Riko's.

"There she is, our golden girl!" Lisa hums in her ear, y/n's hands gripping her thighs as she keeps her safe on her back.

"Hmm, had to do something, hadn't scored in three games babe." y/n chuckled as they moved to the crowd, Lisa hopping off her back as they began to sign some shirts and take some photos.

Eventually the girls moved back into the changing rooms, 'Strawberry Kisses' blasting from a happy Mackenzie as the group quickly showered and changed.

As they all came down from their win, y/n was talking to Kirsty not noticing Lisa nodding at Mackenzie who paused the music as Lisa stood up on a bench.

"Oi!" Lisa called shutting everyone up.

"Lovely as always babe." y/n chuckled and Lisa rolled her eyes at her lover.

"As you all know, me and the missus will be celebrating 7 years next weekend." Lisa begins.

The two had decided to have a party the day after their game, as they were playing a Saturday game for once, and of course their team was invited, as well as their national team-mates who could make it.

"So, Sunday afternoon, we will be having a barbecue that you are all welcome to join." Lisa explains as people cheer.

"So, it's an anniversary party?" Mackenzie asks, a small smirk on her lips.

"Well that and I'm hoping, an engagement party." Lisa admits as she jumps down and onto one knee, a velvet box in her hands as the team all gasp.

"Oh my god." y/n says in shock, hand covering her mouth as she watches her girlfriend.

"Baby, marry me?" Lisa asks, she had never been fond of speeches.

"Yes, yes, a hundred times yes." y/n nods, trying not to burst into tears. "Is this a joke?" She then asks in shock.

"Yes babe, I got on one knee and bought a ring for a laugh." Lisa scoffs sarcastically as she leans up and grabs her lover's face, bringing her in for a long kiss.

The team begin to cheer loudly, Kirsty winking at her girlfriend as they were the only two who were aware of Lisa's plan, and as the two pull away it was clear to see the excitement.

"You sure?" Lisa asks her girlfriend.

"Of course, no one else I'd rather." y/n smiles softly and Lisa sighs in relief as she slides the ring on her finger.

"God I love ya." Lisa sighs, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." y/n chuckles, before they are flattened by a very excited group of girls.

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y/n next week it is seven years, and the team shall be coming to our party, our engagement party of course!

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mackenziearnold: cutest and shortest proposal ever...

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END

Had this one in mind for ages ! Didn't completely turn our the way I wanted, but it will do!

I LOVE LISA SO MUCH

also to the annons threatening me from my LJ arsenal post - have a great evening my lovelies xo

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Queenie! xx

[indigrassy]

Well, hello, Skipper!

🐞🍂🐛 also find me on instagram and ko-fi! 🌻🦋🐝

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Peck’s Skipper - Polites peckius

Now that 2025's summer has officially begun, the blog can revisit this skittish specie after it was long promised back in January with a shorter post. Just as was seen in the previous post, we find these tiny insects happily enjoying the sunshine and the bountiful plants of the front yard. For them, this is the time when males perch on plants and remain vigilant for female Skippers and other rivaling males. And of course, there's always time to visit flowers and enjoy a sip of nectar. It looks like some of the individuals here have been drawn by the golden Coreopsis flowers. We don't have many of them, so it's nice to see them being visited. Makes for a welcome change to the flowers which are typically visited in our yard by pollinators: namely the much smaller oregano and milkweed.

Year after year, my family and I take plenty of care to look after and maintain the many plants of the front yard to ensure that there's always a healthy fix of flowers to attract many different species. As well, we ensure that there's always plenty to go around, even with the nature of Butterflies to be territorial over their ranges. Having said that, while I have witnessed larger Butterflies attempt to shoo away challengers from their claim, in all the many years I've observed these little darters I haven't witnessed their territorial disputes. The closest it has gotten was the occasional flying in circles when two individuals get too close to each other, but nothing akin to driving another male away. Perhaps the confrontations occur when I'm not looking, as a healthy mix of males and females can be glimpsed in these images. To tell them apart, typically the males are lighter in color while females are darker. Males will also have an additional spot on their forewing, but that marking can be difficult to observe (and compare against) when their wings are folded up or held backwards.

Pictures were taken on June 3, 6 and 10, 2021 with a Google Pixel 4. Happy First day of Summer!

[pedge-stuff]

island time (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

tumblr took this down for sexual content, so naturally, I added more before I re-uploaded.

thanks, as always, for everything.

obligatory warning: light smut, allusions to oral

summary: you bear witness to the annual trip, and... are witnessed bare.

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The first year, you don’t go. You��ve only been dating four months— trip was already half-planned, and you don’t feel established enough to intrude. Afraid to insert yourself, though P offered several times. 

You forget about it, til the planning starts up again. Get a little shy about it, dodge schedule questions at a group dinner. Think on it, overthink it, think maybe he’ll forget it even came up. He asks you again, looking up from his kindle in bed, reading glasses pushed low on his nose. 

So you find yourself on an island, in a villa, by the water. 

It's not as awkward as you were worried it'd be— you know these people better than you think you do. More the concept of traveling with friends, as a Capital-A Adult, that had you worried. There is a social etiquette that you only kinda understand. 

The villa is really a series of small, vaguely connected little cabins. Private rooms with sandy-stone walkways in-between, a kitchen and lounge-type space at the center. Pool and hot tub outside, private beach access. 

Travel had stolen most of the day; JFK to Nassau first thing, only slightly hampered by post-holiday congestion, and then a skipper to the more secluded island. (Not private, but you'd yet to see another person around.) 

And now, here you are— laying face down on possibly the crispest, cleanest white sheets you've ever seen. In your underwear, lest you touch the bed with the clothes that also touched the terminal seats of JFK. 

Pedro is still moving around, passing between the bedroom and bathroom, setting things out from his suitcase. He is methodical about travel and hotel rooms, which makes sense for a man who spends a generous amount of time on the road. 

(You are ignoring, at present, the difference in sizes between your suitcases: yours a carry-on, his a checked. Yours with a return ticked to JFK, his to LAX. It has left a bitter pit in your stomach, as the holidays have wound down— the inevitability of your separation, despite the promise of this trip beforehand. On the morning of the 2nd, you will separate for a full three months.) 

Hands on your shoulders pulls you out of your brief misery. You are flipped— quite ruthlessly, you think— over onto your back. Above you, Pedro grins. Leans down, giving you only a chaste peck. 

"Do you want your toiletries in the bathroom?" He is all business, though he still hovers. 

"I want you to take off your nasty airport pants and come here," you gripe. He kisses you again, warmer this time, and you seize your opportunity to latch an arm around his middle, pulling him onto you. (You groan, dramatically, though you always enjoy the firm weight of him. Like a heated, weighted blanket.) 

It is hot, late into the afternoon. Even in your underwear, you feel kinda sticky in the humidity. The salt air hangs thick around you.

Pedro slowly shucks off his shirt, and shimmies out of the jeans he insisted on flying in. Only then does he fully commit, rolling backwards into the middle of the bed. He's still rocking a light farmers tan from LA last month, golden biceps attached to pale shoulders.

The urge overtakes you before you can fully process what you're doing. You sink your teeth lightly into the arm closest to you.

"Hey!"

"Mm." A kiss is pressed to the little indent, before you pillow your cheek against it. "Wanna take a little piece of you with me."

The separation— that was the urge. The distant feeling of impending sadness, clashing behind your collarbone against a deep swell of affection.

"Baby," he whispers. Warm lips and bristled whispers brush your forehead.

"Sorry. No sad vacation vibes."

He reaches over, tipping your chin until your lips meet. Holds you there, locked together, and breathes you in for a few long beats before the kiss deepens.

Your turn to be on top; breaking the kiss to prop up on one elbow, splaying your other hand on his waist as you lay kisses to his exposed side. It is languid, easy. Pedro uses your hip to pull you up, closer, so he can redirect your mouth to his for another kiss. You keep shifting, bracing your hands on either side to fully rest on top of him, lightly, joined at the stomach and the mouth. 

Mindlessly, rote motion, you roll your hips down. Boxer-on-brief friction. The skin of his chest is salty with sweat and ocean air as you begin to kiss a trail from the corner of his mouth. Spend a moment at the heart-shaped patch in his beard you've grown fond of. A low moan rumbles from Pedro's chest as you bite gently at the hollow of his throat.

"This a thing now?" He says, breathlessly. His hands brace your chest, palms spread across the top of your ribcage. Brush your sides, lightly, where he knows you are sensitive. You exhale sharply into a kiss on his stomach. Move downwards, still. Brush your nose against the faint trail of hair below his navel, lick a small stripe on his belly.

Fingers lace themselves into your hair as you position yourself downwards. Pedro's leg shifts until you are bracketed between his knees, which are splayed open. Just for you.

The moment you tug on the elastic waistband, the moment is shattered.

"Y'all better be decent." Sarah enters abruptly from the glass doors that face the beach, without knocking. You hardly have time to feel embarrassed, sitting up and off of him as fast as possible; hands and lips burning with the sudden loss of contact.

"You've seen me in less," Pedro points out, chest heaving slightly. No effort is made to conceal the evident tent in his boxers.

"Fair point. We started drinking a half hour ago. Be horny later." He flips her the bird, and she flips it back. 

Tipping backwards, you land back beside Pedro on the bed. Stare at the ceiling— or rather, thatched roofing— while your mind slowly buffers. Too hot and bothered to register the inevitable shame of being caught like a pair of teenagers.

"Do you..."

A large hand reaches over, palming gently between your thighs.

"They can wait."

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Peck’s skipper, 5/26/2025

[thesingingbullfrog]

Peck's Skipper