#cotinis mutabilis

[onenicebugperday]

We found what I believe is a figeater beetle on our thyme! Sacramento valley, CA. We were stunned by how iridescent it was.

Can anyone confirm that this is a figeater beetle and not something else?

I can definitely confirm it's a figeater. Love these dudes :)

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@saltiestseasailor and I rescued this little one from sea water the other day. 🌊🪲

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IT'S FIGEATER SEASON BABEEEEEY.

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[herpsandbirds]

Colourful beetles? (preferably ladybugs but I'm down for anything)

COLORFUL BEETLES:

Oh hey, I can think up a few colorful beetles. We'll start out with a couple of ladybugs (aka ladybirds)...

22-Spot Ladybird Beetle (Psyllobora vigintiduopunctata), family Coccinellidae, Germany

photograph by Olei

Transverse Ladybird (Coccinella transversalis), family Coccinallidae, Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary, Kerala, India

photograph by Charles J. Sharp

The Figeater (Cotinis mutabilis), EAT A TASTY FRUIT!!!, family Scarabaeidae, Fullerton, CA, USA

photgraph by Davefoc

Pleasing Fungus Beetle (Gibbifer sp.), family Erotylidae, French Guiana

photograph by C. E. Timothy Paine

Golden-spotted Tiger Beetle (Cosmodela aurulenta juxtata), family Cicindelidae, Shenzhen, China

Some entomologists recognize the latin name Cicindela aurulenta, for this species.

This subspecies, obviously, has white spots, instead of yellow/golden spots.

photograph by Joerg Schneider

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Figeater Beetle Cotinis mutabilis

7/17/2022 Orange County, California

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mayaviate

named after the mayate (Cotinis mutabilis, fig beetle) a relatively large beetle reaching 3.4 cm in body lenght, they are too large to move with their little legs so they use their wings to fly around. In the past people would play with them by tying a little thread to their legs or head and throwing them in the air so they would fly like "little planes", although some argue this made people take care of them its still a pretty cruel way of treating the animal that could lead to losing a limb or dying so it become elss common and shouldnt be done

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a long time ago, i asked for some child anons where law's paternity was involved. writing this piece made me happy at the time, so i am posting it today as a drabble after revising and polishing it a bit further. the input sees a little girl donning a pink dress and pink hair asking for her daddy's attention at the massive beetle she holds in her hands. she comes with an odd request: to pull the thing apart so they can see its insides, an elementary allusion to law's devil fruit powers. by the description, it is implied this girl is the child of law and @bucketfullofocs, so i hope they enjoy this.

At the unmistakable and familiar tug of a child's plea for attention, Law got down on one knee, left arm hanging over the lifted leg while the other clung to his sword. His eyes searched the little girl's to level with them and, as he did, Law found two pools of the same gold in his irises staring back at him, not one shade darker nor lighter. That she had inherited from him, but not just: Law's daughter was every bit as curious about the natural world as he had been as a boy, constantly uttering 'oohs' and 'ahhs' like she lived in a permanent state of awe. Things he had long forgotten held beauty in this world he discovered anew through her small hands and golden eyes so full of wonder. Soon, she would be reading Darwin and Lavoisier, Saint Augustine and Descartes… But not too soon, he hoped, the father's expression soft at the endearing dimension of the child's hands.

The beetle was not all that massive, but it did appear so by contrast. Green-backed and rimmed in yellow towards its back, the poor thing writhed, not intent on giving up his freedom from the girl's small but sure grip. Law's head cocked to one side then the other as he analysed the animal, for there were a couple of species that fit the description. ❝ A Cotinis,❞ he mused, ❝ but what's your binomen? ❞ As it tossed and turned in the toddler's hand, the beetle appeared a bit dull at first, not glossy, but then it showed its jewel-like gloss when the light hit right, and turning it over on its belly metallic green shone, thus allowing Law to reach a conclusion. ❝ Cotinis mutabilis, that's your name.❞ He stated it as a kind of satisfying gotcha.

Hanging on the wall in his chambers, next to a similar board showcasing a rainbow of butterflies, Law had a frame of shiny beetles, all specimens curatorially pinned to the canvas so that their fragile wings and appendages stayed whole. Law had made it a habit of sitting his daughter in his lap, at the desk, and teaching her not just about anatomy, but of the other sorts of curios he owned, such as the concise collections of Lepidoptera and Coleoptera. The scientific names were still too complex for the little girl, but the common names she could grasp. She had been showered with knowledge far too advanced since she had drooled out her first 'mama', 'baba' and 'moomoo' — that one had proven difficult at first, until Law noticed a patterned link between the use of the word and a fixation with the mother's breast — and now that his daughter could walk with him and hold a basic conversation, Law was not taking chances on her education. He kept her mind constantly stimulated, sure that it must be brilliant like his own, such was the comeliness of genetics mixed with a heightened sense of vanity as far as intellectual skill was concerned.

❝ Also known as 'figeater'.❞ He explained to his daughter with glee.

But the child was not just interested in admiring the beetle's glimmering outside, and while another may come to abhor her suggestion, Trafalgar Law, now, he relished in the infant's scientific mind, his own eternal desire to know piqued. ❝ Hold it firmly, then. We don't want it skittering away, do we? ❞ And conspiratorially he added, in a whisper that was perhaps a matrimonial plea of his own, ❝ Don't tell mummy. ❞ She approved of the learning, but not quite so much of the means of teaching.

What Mother did not know could not hurt Mother. The green gem resisted the imprisonment of silky clutches with admirable stamina. Law opened a drawer in his desk and laid out some canvas over the working surface; a fresh, sharp nail in his hand, ready to fulfil its purpose in material existence. Once his sword stood erect against the desk, and his daughter was enthroned in his lap, Law pinned the beetle down so that it would not escape its fate. Grim, but not without mercy — he need not kill the animal, nor put it under anaesthesia to satisfy his daughter's interest. His forcedly acquired powers coupled with diligently honed talents allowed him to section through the beetle without killing it; without even causing it harm. Although, it should be a funny feeling to have your insides en plain air while wide awake and sentient. Thank God the beetle had no thoughts to gather, or else it would have gone utterly, irrevocably mad from this experience.

Law called his daughter by her name. ❝ Now pay attention. ❞ To use a scalpel would have been more apt on a subject so tiny, but it was not any old scalpel she wanted, the insatiable little thing that she was. She wanted the mad scientist emerged from mists of chemical reactions and brimstone; she wanted the magnetic showman with his theatrics and the fireworks. To stick to the edge of her seat as she wondered whether Daddy could cut through something so small with a blade this large without damaging it, or herself, for that matter; and then to gasp in amazement as his fingers buzzed blue and flesh and blade worked as one to split the beetle vertically in half, as one would do to share an apple with a lover! A tiny world unveiled just for her delight, cells forming tissues, tissues forming organs, all working like cogwheels before their eyes. The heart pumped, the lungs bellowed albeit with no music and in the beetle's gut, something could be seen moving, making its way down the digestive tract. 'Poopie' they said in unison, the girl laughing at the mere mention of excrement and Law laughing at his own use of such a puerile word. It was fair to say becoming a father had emaciated his stoic persona a bit.

Other than that, his child was speechless, her eyes darting to the beetle's every little nook and cranny like the world's tiniest dollhouse. Law rubbed his index and thumb together to create a spark and moved his hand over her head, so her pink strands stuck up in the static. That, too, made her chortle with happiness.

❝ I think that's enough coleopterology for today. ❞ Against protests most vehement, Law flourished his hands and the beetle's shell fit together, finishing up the jigsaw with a final click. A moment later, the animal was still confused as to its surroundings, but otherwise unscathed. When Law unpinned it, it did not hesitate before making a run for it, or a flight, to be more scientifically accurate. Law called for his daughter to let it go, and kissed her plump cheek.

❝ Why don't we go look for Mummy? ❞ He offered the girl his hand. ❝ I wonder what she's making for supper. Beetle stew, I wager. ❞

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Figeater beetle, or Green June beetle (Cotinis mutabilis)

Tucson, AZ

July 6, 2023

[onenicebugperday]

Found this lovely green friend while visiting San Diego - any chance of an ID? I'm not sure they were doing so hot but I didn't want to bother them too much.

It's a figeater! Adult beetles don't live particularly long, so it may have already mated and is at the end of its natural life. And that's okay I'll bet it lived a nice beetle life :)

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[gracektang]

09/27/2022: Owl + Ecstasy

Cotinis mutabilis, also known as the figeater beetle (also green fruit beetle or fig beetle), is a member of the scarab beetle family.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Figeater_beetle

These funny guys will fly around all summer here, buzzing loudly and bumping into everything like a drunk hummingbird.

Colored pencil vs oil pastel comparison on the bottom.

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Cotinis mutabilis

La naturaleza es increíble, la vida siempre me regala momentos especiales, me agrada la música de fondo de este momento... Larga vida a los coleopteros✨

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Framed in an upcycled frame, this linocut was hand carved and printed by the artist Ben Brockman @brockchop. It is signed and numbered in an edition of 10. “Cotinis nitida, commonly known as the green June beetle, June bug or June beetle, it is a beetle of the family Scarabaeidae. It is found in the eastern United States and Canada, where it is most abundant in the South. It is sometimes confused with the related southwestern species figeater beetle Cotinis mutabilis, which is less destructive. The green June beetle is active during daylight hours. The adult is usually 15–22 mm (0.6–0.9 in) long with dull, metallic green wings; its sides are gold and the head, legs and underside are very bright shiny green. Their habitat extends from New Brunswick to Georgia, and as far west as California, with possible population crossover in Texas with their western cousin, the figeater beetle.“ #scarabidae #cotinisnitida #junebug #greenjunebeetle #greenbeetle #linocut #linoleumprint #tucsonartist #tucsonart #sonorandesert #insectillustration #insectart #boho #bohochic #bohostyle #farmhousestyle #eclecticdecor #ephemera #ephemeralart (at Tucson, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq37u5aPsTR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=