#Painted Woodlouse

[rebeccawangart]

Trippy Isopod (Armadillidium vulgare)

Acrylics on 11" x 14" wood panel, November 2023.

Whether you call them an isopod, woodlouse, pill bug, potato bug, roly poly, or slater, these ubiquitous little arthropods are peaceful and underappreciated little creatures. As detritivores (eating decomposing plant matter), they are an essential part of the ecosystem. They make excellent pets and are easy to care for in captivity, provided their needs are met. They are highly gregarious and social, and the females have a strong maternal instinct and will actively protect their young. Their common name "pill-bug" refers to the fact that they can curl themselves up into a tight ball when threatened. Not all isopods have this ability.

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[roxyandelsewhere]

Angels’ trueforms in their most memorable moments [26/?] - Nephilim fetus: regular nephil, sired by a regular angel (above) and Jack, sired by Lucifer (below)

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[retro-cryptid-kitty]

Woodlouse lady

Her name is Chip

She eats wood

SAY HI TO CHIP!!!

[thesorryboys-updates]

okay I just sent the ask about Ranboo’s rats and then realized I literally have a list of running themes in sorry boys. And that I have a theme noted of “Ranboo’s animal friends die” (Wilbur killing Paul in Prison, Ranboo and Wilma killing the rats in Painting, and now Tommy eating the rats)

here’s a few other things that I felt are probably part of some theory but I haven’t formulated anything with it:

Ranboo brings roses, and Charlie says that it smells of roses after Tommy kisses his cheek. Wilbur’s face also seems to get particularly remorseful in the car after the shot of the rose on Tommy’s grave.

Wilbur laughs the most at Tommy’s jokes and aims for him with the chunk of dirt, making some think that he can see Tommy

Phil is very focused on the coroner’s report when he speaks at the funeral

I don’t have the time stamp, but at one point in the eight minute car drive Ranboo’s hand moves and seems to try to open the car door

Tommy mentions seeing a woodlouse (aka sow bug) while being buried. I haven’t researched what a woodlouse does yet so I don’t know if the woodlouse has any significance

Tommy’s death ends with him underwater, and in Cult he was sacrificed by a river

Oh they definitely killed him

[other-lindens]

today's bug report:

I've been seeing lots of dragonflies around at work; mostly blue-green ones, and occasionally red ones too. One of my goals is to be able to add one to my collection, but dead dragonflies seem very hard to find. The only two I've found before were in car engines.

There are also a lot of ants, especially by the front gate where we were painting. They were going back and forth in a neat line between the two gate posts, and I tried very hard not to paint any of them. I did unfortunately paint a woodlouse, but I cleaned him as well as I could.

I found a little green caterpillar while removing some weeds, and then later I saw a cool black and white hairy one trying to come into the office. I relocated him to a bush using a leaf.

At the end of the day I found a nice beetle that had fallen out of a spider web, he'll be added to my display of beetles. I think he's some kind of ground beetle, though he's a bit bigger than the other two I have.

[k00281435]

Today I went into the courtyard and caught spiders in coffee cups to paint in ink, because their frail bodies and short lifespans make them temporary creatures. Dont squash spiders please

I wanted the spider to make her own art so I put her on a page and painted a line wherever she walked. Recording the movement (she did a great job)

Today in my progress assessment meeting I was told to do more primary research, so I used the spider to draw from

I also found this spider eating a woodlouse in the smoking area and a butterfly with a broken wing in the corridor, which remind me of how frail and fleeting insects lives are

[lithops-bestiary]

A woodlouse for your day! 1/29 so a lil behind on the daily plan 😂 Do you have any recommendations for painting a textured background? Alrhough these lil guys will be done in colored pencil, I am planning on mixing some acrylic and baking soda to fill the empty white space on these pieces once the whole series is done.

[herptilesandher]

Dream Herptile Room

Painted turtle (Cyrus the Great (western))

Snapping turtle (common (rescue))

Red-eared slider x2 (normal (rescue), black pearl/albino)

African dwarf frog x3 (Sugar (normal), golden, blond)

Mourning gecko x3

Mystery snail x3 (Cinnabon (black), ivory x2)

Isopod culture (woodlouse)

Mealworm colony

Blackworm colony

[peepintothewild]

Into the webs

Introduction: 

From 8 to the 80s, almost everyone knows about spider man. And when we hear this WORD, probably what comes first to mind – is a fictional character of the movie wearing a red and blue suit, gloves, boots, and mask. But that does not come to mind what exists in this nature – a generally dark or sometimes light-complexioned small creature with several eyes and legs having the tag of the most feared animal among the public, especially girls, jokes apart  it is none other than – “ SPIDER.”

So, this blog highlights some of the intriguing aspects of Parasteatoda tepidariorum, commonly known as Spider.

Characteristics

First of all, let me clear the most common misconception that it is an insect. But in reality, a spider is the most significant order of arachnids. They differ from insects in having only two segments of the body, eight legs, not six or eight eyes (generally two in insects). Unlike insects, spiders do not have any antennae.

Spiders occur in an extensive range of sizes. The smallest, Patu digua from Colombia, are less than 0.37 mm in body length. The largest and heaviest spiders occur among tarantulas, with body lengths up to 90 mm and leg spans up to 250 mm. While in many spiders, color is fixed throughout their life, in some groups, color may vary in response to environmental, internal conditions, and preying circumstances. Some spiders’ diets include nectar, flies, mosquitos, moths, ants, and other small insects. Most spiders are solitary animals and meet each other during mating by various methods – pheromones, tactile and complex courtship displays through dance (by jumping spider), and visual.

Web – 5x stronger than steel:

 Spider uses its proteinaceous silk to produce its webs, generally for capturing prey or, in some cases, the web acts as an auditory sensor. Various types of webs are –                                                             

Orb webs

Cobwebs

Tubular webs                                                

Funnel webs

Sheet webs

Human uses of webs:

 In traditional European medicines, it was used for wound healing aid. It is also used in cobweb painting, for reticles in telescopes, other medical devices, and consumer goods.

Prey: 

Have you ever wondered how this tiny creature captures its prey? Crab spiders are sit-and-wait predators. They are often seen perched on garden flowers with their long front legs held out, crablike, to seize insects visiting the plant. Wolf spiders are brown and furry; on sunny days, large numbers can be seen running through vegetation to hunt prey. On bright walls, black-and-white striped jumping spiders can be seen stalking and pouncing on prey. The distinctive nocturnal woodlouse spider hunts woodlice under stones and flower pots.

Some interesting facts you would wish you had known earlier

A few species of spiders (Jumping spiders)  can see UVA and UVB light and other spectrums which we can’t see.

There are over 100 species of spiders that mimic ants by having similar appearances and even similar pheromones. Most do it to evade predators and also help them prey on ants.

Some spiders eat their own webs.  Abandoning one web and building a new one every night would be pretty wasteful. Instead, some orb-web spinners recycle the amino acids that make up the silk proteins by ingesting the silk as they systematically dismantle their damaged webs.

Spider inspired a dance locally known as “ Tarantella.” During the 16th and 17th centuries, it was believed that a bite from a species of wolf spider (named tarantula) would be fatal unless the victim engaged in frenzied dancing to a specific piece of music.

Spider cannibalism - Many spiders can happily eat other spiders, and many can even cannibalize individuals of their species. The nursery web spider's mating session is a clear example of spider cannibalism. When courting a female nursery web spider, he should present a silk-wrapped fly to his prospective mate. If he doesn't, he will be rejected outright; according to new research, he won’t have anything to defend himself with if she tries to eat him. Female nursery webs rarely attack suitors. But when they do, the male loses everything. In the case of a red widow, the male force feeds himself to the female by placing himself into her mandibles. If she ‘spits him out,’ so to speak, he will keep putting himself there until she eventually eats him.

Historical & Mythological significance:

Spiders have been the focus of stories and mythologies of various cultures for centuries. In a story told by the Roman poet Ovid in his Metamorphoses, Arachne was a Lydian girl who challenged Athena to a weaving contest. Arachne won, but Athena destroyed her tapestry out of jealousy, causing Arachne to hang herself. In the act of mercy, Athena brought Arachne back to life as the first spider. Stories about the trickster-spider Anansi are prominent in the folktales of West Africa and the Caribbean. Dreamcatchers are depictions of spiderwebs. The Moche community in Peru depicted spiders in their art.

Spiders play a crucial role in the ecosystem, which makes them an essential part of the natural world. Whether you love them or fear them, there is no denying the incredible abilities of these eight-legged creatures. Hope you will not see it as a havoc during an encounter.

By,

Souronil

[crackspinewornpages]

Les Misérables 130/365 -Victor Hugo

121

The Bernadines don’t admit widows and don’t speak of the unknown macerations. When one postulates, they dress in white flowers and black veils as an office for the dead is sung in two rows saying she is dead and alive. The convent had a boarding school for girls whose pupils conformed to all practices of the convent, whose mothers weren’t allowed to hug them. (this convent sounds more like a cult)

122

They are still children and they played in their own groups and spoke of their mothers. A foundling who was raised there claimed their mother wasn’t there when she was born. They were into four corners of the refractory, they split into insect names which everyone belonged to one, spider, cricket, caterpillar and woodlouse, each had their own peculiarities. (these are weird Hogwarts houses)

123

Above the refractory was a prayer that disappeared under paint in 1827 and eventually memory too. In the mess hall the students ate in silence to hear a sermon from the pulpit from an old book. Once some students snuck to read it and only found unintelligible pages about the sins of young boys. Occasionally the students would sneak a fallen fruit from the trees.

Once a woman who was not a nun, Madame Albertine, was treated with great respect despite being mad. (believed she was dead which is an actual mental condition) She was usually calm until a new priest went to sermon recognizing him as Auguste, so she must belong to high society. No sound from outside made it into the convent except for a flute, several times a day for months, the girls were desperate to see the man who played it.

124

There is also the Little Convent which is the garden where the old nuns lived and those of various orders who were exiled in the Revolution.

125

From 1819 to 1825 the prioress was Blemeur about sixty well rounded in studies and the sub prioress was the nearly blind, Cineres. Saint-Mechtilde took up the job of the choir and the scholars most loved her, Euphraise and Mouthe and Michel. They were gentle on the children. With the exception of the gardener and archbishop, no man entered the convent.

126

The convent was composed of several buildings, the main hall, the carriage entrance, servant's hall and in the main arm were the cells. The streets that surrounded it were more ancient than Paris.

127

In the Little Convent a centurion lived and would talk of the old days and every year renewed her vows and kept little secret treasure, a platter a Faenza representing little loves.

128

In the convent of Rue du Temple was less severe than Petit-Picpus. The chestnut tree was considered the finest in France. Two centuries ago, two sisters, appalled by the sacrilege at two churches gave funds to found a monastery of the order of Saint-Benoit. (Hugo’s like you will read this superfluous backstory and you will like it)

129

At the beginning of the Restoration Petit-Picpus was in decay and so was the order. 1840 the Little Convent disappeared and the school, the order was so rigid and received no new recruits and over the years the population dwindled. (to the surprise of no one I imagine) The prioress in 1847 was forty and there are twenty-eight sisters left. It is now Jean Valjean arrived in the garden. (ok we’re getting back to the plot)

Mind while the author doesn’t understand the convent, they aren't insulting it, as religion is undergoing a crisis in the nineteenth century. “People on learning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them learn this: there is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on the condition they are followed by reconstructions.” p.328 Counterfeit of the past put on false names to call itself the future, a mask hypocrisy, remove it. The convent questions civilization that condemns them, questions liberty that protects.

BOOK SEVEN PARENTHESIS

130

This dramatic book’s personage is Infinite man is second. When encountering the infinite, you are overpowered with respect, God among the human walls so our duty to enter the convent.

(well officially one third of the way through this book)

NEXT

[adragonsoulants]

(originally posted 11/24/21)

Was out side grabbing some house supplies out of the garage and spotted some of these cute little isopods! Ended up sparking a little venture to go out and collect some!

Really wasn't expecting to find some this time considering how cold it was but they were all attracted to the warm garage.

I believe these are Porcellio spinicornis, common name being Painted woodlouse. They are a species originally from Europe that at some point got introduced in north America! They are a more arid species.

Currently they're set up in a little sandwich container :3

Kinda hoping to collect more local species in the future!

[ifelten]

Sorthovedet bænkebider (Porcellio spinicornis)

Painted Woodlouse (Porcellio spinicornis)

[auntpelvis]

JUST FINISHED MY FIRST YEAR OF UNI AHH!!! Anyways felt silly here’s a woodlouse painting <3

[adamantiline-blog]

Guys do you think that maybe we accidentally collectively thought too hard about tommyinnit.exe and now hes real and thats why tommys apartment is Like That

[onenicebugperday]

@unzip-your-guts​ sumbitted: A bright red beetle that was in my house that I let out, I've never seen that kind before, another, smaller, one of those third generation spiders (I do believe they're the orb weavers, I havent been able to find the bigger guy again), and a Sow Bug (?) butt, this guy was pretty big and crawling around on the compost bin lid. I love this blog bc now instead of being creeped out by bugs I think "hmm, I should take a picture of that and submit it to onenicebug".

Location is northern Alberta Canada

Red flat bark beetle!!! A very descriptive name. The spider is a neat find! I don’t think I’ve ever had one submitted. It’s a painted cobweb weaver. Cobweb weavers are different than orb weavers in that their webs look like kind of random messes, like the one in your photo. Orb weavers are usually much more orderly and make the cliche flat round spiral webs like this:

Photo by fietzfotos

And finally the last one is a woodlouse! Some people do call them sow bugs, yes. That’s a big one. I love them. And I’m glad my blog has inspired you to take photos and admire bugs! Thanks for sharing your friends :)

[the-panmixxia]

Logan Accidentally Steals Two (2) Children - Chapter 13; Accidentally A Fugative

Original Link (by me!)

Rating: Gen

Characters: Logan, Remy, Virgil

Ship: (eventual) Logan x Janus

Summary: Logan Sanders is so excited to study this exciting new creature that's been discovered! The spider-like creature is very interesting, and oddly adorable.

A few weeks later, a similar situation arises when an octopus like creature is discovered.

But surely they couldn't know each other. They aren't sentient. They're not related, and they definitely don't have an overprotective (and oddly attractive) snake parent looking for them. Nope, definitely not.

(or, how Logan became part of a monster family)

Warnings: Food, bugs in food, head injury, talks of concussion/dying

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Remy's head was still sore by the time he came to, though he was lying on something plush and felt comfortably warm. There also seemed to be something on him, right on his chest, not heavy enough to hurt. Something was sitting next to him, too, leaning on his chest and sitting on his hand.

"Do you think he's dead?" a distinctly young voice asked, poking at his ribs.

Directly above him, something croaked gently, and the child's voice hummed in agreement.

"You're right, Vee, papa said he's sleepin', but like, he's been sleeping for forever! I wanna play already"

More croaks and small chirps responded, as Remy absently tried to get his body to respond.

"I know papa said not to bother him -"

"Boys? I thought I told you not to bother Remy while he's getting better"  a new voice called out, stern.

"Papa!"

"Very cute, you little horror, but I told you not to be here."

"I just…he kept us company, when we were somewhere new. Don't want him to be scared."

" Oh," the voice cooed, full of warmth and compassion "Aren't you a caring little thing? Unfortunately, you'll have to leave anyway, I've just finished preparing your dinner, but if you promise to be gentle I'll let you two stay in here for tonight"

"Really? Really really?"

" Really, really, really, my dear" the voice hummed, amused

The weights on his chest and side were lifted, making a slight shiver run through him.

"What are we having, papa?"

"Little three pasta, dear, and Virgil is having mealworm and woodlouse mixed in if you'd like some too?" a gentle chirp seemed to cheer the choice of meal

"Oh, yes please papa!" the child shouted, making his head hurt

"Very well, my sweet little monstrosity, but let's leave Remy alone if you want to yell…"

The voices tapered out as a door was pulled shut, leaving Remy back in darkness. The throb of his skull begged for him to go back to sleep, but there was no way he could when it was alarmingly obvious that he was in a place and with people he did not know.

After some moments of pretty awesome will power, his eyes finally pried open, to a tall ceiling painted a gentle eggshell with an intricate floral detail carved in. He slowly glanced around, wincing slightly, before deciding to heave himself up.

The headache intensified instantly, but he felt slightly less vulnerable so Remy counted it as a win. Glancing around, he was honestly shocked to see he wasn't in some dingy basement or abandoned shack.

Pretty decent kidnapping, all things considered.

Still, he thought as he steadied himself out and tried to balance there's no way I'm sticking around to see what kind of family feeds their kids worms and louse

Standing wasn't the easiest, but once he was up, he glanced down at himself. The only thing his that he had on was mismatched socks covering his feet. Other than that, he had a plain yellow shirt on, and some ridiculously oversized pyjama pants, pink and covered in cartoon cats. Numbly, he inspected them, seeing that they had the text 'cool pussy' all over them in a font alarmingly close to comic sans.

"Girl boss as fuck," Remy mumbled, laughing quietly, only slightly manic.

The drawstrings were pulled as tight as possible on the pants, but there was plenty of slack to pull the hem, glancing down. Remy found himself sighing in relief; his underwear had remained intact too.

On the bedside table sat his trusty shades, so he was quick to slip them on.

"Right let's…try and get out of here. Preferably alive and without eating any bugs."

Mumbling to himself seemed to help as he made his way through an empty, but cosy feeling, hallway. So far, the house felt rather large, and practically oozed the 'old money' vibe. Instead of old family portraits or naked renaissance women, large frames held illustrations of mythical creatures and monsters, not even a hero fighting it. Just the creatures, looking rather majestic.

In the hallway there was a large mirror, and so Remy could finally catch a glimpse of himself,  tilting his head slightly to see the bandaging wrapped around it. His hair was parted in two, a bun above the top of the bandages and one below, presumably to keep it out the way. He idly pulled the ties out, fluffing and fussing his hair until it looked semi decent and mostly covered all traces of the injury. Nice.

"Right, time to not fall down these stairs,"

The double staircase was more proof of being in some rich ass house, creeping Remy out further as he considered a multitude of horror movie tropes. Would there be staff members trying to hunt me down? What if they've got guard dogs outside to shred him? What if -

The multitude of rushing thoughts died instantly as he turned a corner and ended up in some form of dining room. With people inside. Dining.

'Well, people was putting it lightly,' he mused as he simply stared ' that one seems to be a giant frog, and that's a massive snake tail, and that's -'

A confused whine escaped him at the sight of the lil spider dude sitting at the table. Well, sat on the table, being fed by a scaly dude. The gooey looking child on the booster seat with random tentacles popping out of them? Probably the other creature.

Shit. We stole some kids.

"Oh, kiddo, you're awake!" the large frog guy beamed "You've been uh, 'having a nap' for quite a while, why don't you come eat? There's plenty. It's little pasta three tonight, with garlic bread."

He was hungry, starving really, and the food smelled great. But that wasn't what made him sit down, no, it was in a purely bewildered daze that he sat at the chair pulled out for him, allowed it to be pushed, watched multiple arms assemble a plate of pasta and slide it over.

"Would you like a drink, dear?" the snake asked, idly scratching the spider baby, who purred along as he nibbled.

Mouth dry and extremely parched, he slapped his lips together a few times as he stared at the dish.

"There's no…" he trailed off for a moment, brain still chugging like an old computer "there's no bugs in this"

"Apologies, no, there isn't. I didn't think humans would want any- nevermind, there's plenty left, I'll go get you some,"

The snake had his hands on the table, ready to stand, so Remy shook his head as much as he could without pain. Which wasn't much.

"Um, no thank you, on the bugs. I will have a drink though?"

"Absolutely, I'll go and get that, what would you like? We have all sorts of juice, or some milk -"

"Chocolate milk!" the slimy child cheered, happily pouring his own cup of milk all over his own food. The snake man simply sighed and gently took the cup off him, the child gleefully tucking into his meal.

"I'll refill your cup, Remus, and for you?"

Remy gulped as the man's gaze turned to him, unnerving eyes unblinking.

"Oh, just a water, that'll be fine…" easier to taste if anythings amiss, too

"Certainly, I'll go and get you a cup"

With that the man slivered off, still cradling the little spider in his hands, who in turn was still nibbling at a bit of pasta.

Remy relaxed his shoulders slightly, now only stuck with two unknown creatures instead of four, and no closer to knowing how the fuck he was getting home.

"Is your head still hurting, kiddo?" the frog asked, all gentle and caring.

Caught off guard by the absolute mind-fuck of the situation, and probably still rather concussed, Remy barked a harsh laugh and stabbed some pasta with his fork.

"Yeah, gurl, it's killing me."

EARLIER

Logan made his way into work, a duffle bag full of toys and equipment to be used for today. He'd admittedly gotten rather enamoured with videos of various sea creatures being trained, and had raided a few stores in search of some tools for training. Very exciting.

The main reception was bustling with employees, security, and many people Logan didn't realise. With a frown he walked over to the desk to ask Dot, who was speaking to a militant-type person looking rather frazzled. She glanced at him with disinterest, before seemingly registering who it was, and jumping.

"Dr. Sanders! Just the man we need. There's been a security breach!"

Logan blinked, trying to decipher why a security breach would require him in particular, before recalling the incident of his little creatures almost being abducted, and nodded confidently.

"Ah, yes. Well I'm happy this is getting pursued with importance - will I be filling out a statement?"

"Yes, sir, we'll be interviewing soon but we need to ask you a very important question," the militant asked, hands on their hips and looking rather serious "Are you aware of where your intern is at this current moment?"

"Remy? He should've been here before me, I assumed he'd have spoken to one of you. He was with me, I'm sure his statement would also be valuable"

The person looked up from their notepad, frowning slightly, "With all due respect, sir, it's him we're looking for. We have four staff members all confirming that he took off at  around seven forty am with the new specimens signed under your care."

"WHAT?"

He didn't even acknowledge the way everyone looked over at his yell, too shocked to believe that Remy was being accused of something so serious. And he knew exactly who had actually done it, it had to have been the same scientists trying before.

" Calm down, sir, we really need you to cooperate in helping us find him. He's still a minor, so I'm sure his sentence won't be as severe" the person tried to soothe, but Logan shrugged it off - stupid lies, even though Remy didn't do anything, Logan had no doubt if caught they'd slap the maximum punishment and stick as much stuff in him as possible.

The creatures were of extreme scientific interest and potentially dangerous, he wouldn't be surprised if they tried to claim Remy was attempting some form of terrorism with their destructive saliva. He winced at the thought.

"I wish to see the state of my laboratory, and I won't be making any statements until both me and my intern have attorneys."

" Dr Sanders, please-"

"Absolutely not! I can't believe you're accusing Remy, his record is perfect!"

"I don't understand!" they huffed, hands thrown up "You were cooperating five minutes ago!"

"I thought you were talking about the break in that happened in the labs, two days ago!"

"We weren't informed of any break in except for the one today"

"Four individuals with staff members ids were trying to transport my - the specimens away, claiming they'd had permission to sell them!"

"A very serious accusation, did you report this?"

"Not at the time, I-" he took a deep breath, no use losing his composure, Remy needed him to sort this "I should've filed a report and pulled up the scientists involved but I didn't, and I apologise, I was preoccupied trying to pull both creatures out of the distressed state they were in"

"Hmm" they mumbled, like they didn't quite believe him "Well now you're here, you won't be allowed to leave. These creatures are not only a massive breakthrough scientifically, but potentially lethal in the wrong hands. This is a government matter now."

"What? You can't just, keep us all in here!"

"Just you, and those that work on your floor and department. But yeah, we can. You've got all your needs met, the canteen is open, bathrooms, you can sleep on them benches if you really want --"

Logan scowled, dread crawling up his spine as he stared off at them. This was not good, not good at all. The militant simply smiled sharply, jerking their head to the elevator.

" C'mon, I'll walk you to your lab. See if the mess your intern left it in can convince you to talk."