#rattlebox

[vandaliatraveler]

I stopped by the reservoir at White Park yesterday to photograph the rose mallow (Hibiscus moscheutos), sometimes referred to as swamp rose-mallow, which is now at peak bloom. This is a healthy and vigorous wetlands community visited by great blue and little green herons, kingfishers, a variety of ducks, and the occasional osprey - all the more remarkable because it’s within walking distance of downtown Morgantown. Anyway, the rose mallow was fabulously beautiful in its various shades of crimson red, pink, and white, and the hollow Joe Pye weed (Eutrochium fistulosum) was equally impressive, presiding over its wetlands kingdom with the massive lavender crowns of true kings.

From top: rose mallow, whose flowers display high variability in color and petal sizes/orientations (although some specimens may be hybrid escapees, this plant nonetheless possesses some wild genetic impulses); wild mint (Mentha arvensis), a cosmopolitan mint with a strong flavor and an affinity for wetlands; Allegheny monkeyflower (Mimulus ringens), a whimsical perennial that forms dense stands in swamps and along streambanks; seedbox (Ludwigia alternifolia), so named because of the four-sided shape of its seed capsules; and without further adieu, a true king bowed under the weight of its elegant crown.

[thebotanicalarcade]

n11_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Revue horticole.. Paris :Librairie agricole de la maison rustique,1829-1974.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/49661693

[deadheadland]

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[moths-daily]

Moth Of The Day #173

Ornate Bella Moth / Rattlebox Moth

Utetheisa ornatrix

From the erebidae family. They have a wingspan of 33-46 mm. It is found all throughout Northern, Central and Southern America.

Image sources: [1] [2]

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Ornate Bella Moth

Utetheisa ornatrix

This moth was first described as Phalaena ornatrix and Phalaena bella by Carl Linnaeus in 1758. In 1960, it became known as the Utetheisa ornatrix by William Trowbridge Merrifield Forbes. It’s also called the ornate bella moth, ornate moth, bella moth or rattlebox moth and is in the family Erebidae.

Description The body is white with black spots on the back of the thorax and head. The legs are black and white and antennae are black and filiform. The hindwings are a pale or bright pink with an irregular black border. The forewings are orangish-yellow with white bands surrounding black dots. Patterns may vary. These colors are used to warn predators of the moth’s toxicity.

Wingspan range: 33 - 46 mm (1.3 - 1.8 in)

Diet and Habitat The larva feed on plants of the Crotalaria species such as Avon Park rattlebox, rabbitbells, smooth rattlebox, and showy rattlebox. These plants provide the larva and adults with alkaloid compounds which are the unpalatable to predators. They accumulate these toxins from the seed pods of these plants, however if the larva can’t eat a seed pod due to competition they will have to eat the leaves where is concentration is much lower. Larvae may prey on/eat others of its kind to maintain high levels of alkaloids. Alkaloids are also passed down from parents to eggs.

Its northern most range is from Connecticut westward to southeastern Nebraska and southward to southern New Mexico and Florida in the United States. Its southern most range is from Mexico, South America, and Central America. It’s southernmost reach is southeastern Brazil. This species is more common in tropical parts of this range due to host plant populations.

Mating This species demonstrates a form of sexual selection. The females choose a male to mate with based on the intensity of their pheromones. During mating, the females receive a “spermatophore” from the males containing sperm, nutrients, and alkaloid compounds. After mating, the females choose which males’ sperm fertilizes the eggs. Usually, the female chooses the male with the most alkaloids which tends to be the larger males. Adult males invest up to 11% of their body mass to create a spermatophore they provide to a female during mating. The nutrients given in the spermatophore allow the female to produce an average of 32 additional eggs in her brood.

Females mate an average of 4-5 times and up to 13 times, each with a different male. In the north there there two generations per year with more in the south.

Predators The larva and adults keep predators at bay with alkaloid compounds accumulated during feeding and inherited from parents. These toxins make them unpalatable to their main predators: spiders and bats. Specifically, the adult moth secretes an alkaloid foam from its head when threatened. However, larva and moths with low concentrations are more susceptible to predation than those with higher concentrations who are usually released and unharmed after being caught.

These toxins do not work against some predators like loggerhead shrikes.

Unlike other moths of the Arctiidae subfamily, this species moth does not have a way to audibly communicate their toxic which would help it to avoid bats altogether.

Fun Fact This species was first described on 1758 by Carl Linnaeus as two different species: Phalaena ornatrix was used to describe the paler moth specimens, and Phalanea bella, described the bright pink moth specimens. It was then moved to the genus Utetheisa in 1819 by Hübner. After nearly a century of struggling to identify this species and its subspecies, Forbes combined both species Utetheisa ornatrix and Utetheisa bella into one in 1960: Utetheisa ornatrix.

(Source: Wikipedia; The Island Packet; Institution of Food and Agricultural Sciences, University of Florida)

[drhoz]

#2107 - Utetheisa sp. - Rattlepod Moth

I've covered the two Utetheisa species most commonly seen in Australia before, but here's the caterpillar of one of them. Crotalaria plants are just one of the genera they eat, and are the reason the moths are called Rattlebox Moths, or in the case of U. lotrix the Crotalaria Moth, but the diet can be much wider. And still quite poisonous - the various species of rattlebox moths sequester alkaloids to protect themselves, and the males even use the poison in their pheremones, presumably to advertise how much they could tolerate as larvae.

At least some of the species migrate long distances, giving them native ranges that include remote islands.

Molonglo Valley, ACT

[ploridafanthers]

my thighs are tighter than the sheets at a nice hotel

[whatnext10]

Colorful Showy Rattlebox Lives Up to Its Name

Colorful Showy Rattlebox Lives Up to Its Name shows readers an example of one of these gorgeous, bright yellow flowers and explains why they are so perfectly named.

A Pretty Pea It’s the time of year when the beautiful, bright yellow showy rattlebox flowers (Crotalaria spectabilis) are blooming all along the roadsides. They’re one of several large yellow wildflowers that are popping up everywhere right now. Showy rattlebox, being a member of the pea or legume family (Fabaceae) has the typical trilobed appearance and the flowers very quickly become large,…

[poison-note]

On another less depressing note

I've been jumbling an idea of drawing every car thats ever been 'mine' as people- finally have em sketched out in my notes app I should be able to finish em this week hopefully!

[palestporn]

Gamzee: What those horns do tho

"So, uh, horns," you say, like a chill motherfucker who hasn't been throwing looks at this growly little motherfucker's head since you met him this morning.

"I've heard of them," he says, sass-mouthed little emperor with his tiny horns tossed like a challenge. Starts off toward the next block, and goes and takes the crown off his horns and peels his shirt off like it ain't no thing. You knew he was a solid little armful, but damn.

"Damn," you say, out loud, and he turns back to look at you like he's about to ask what's up and then sees you getting a full motherfucking ogle on and goes reddish at the ears and horns again.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, and waves off your looking at him. "So, horns?"

Oh shit, right. "Horns," you say back, and hurry on up to come after him. Are you supposed to take your shit off too? Way they trained it, if the emperor wants one of them touched he touches and if he wants their skin out he says so.

...Karkat turns away from you to fuck around with folding his shirt up, and shows you the whole length of his back, bared at you. You get kinda motherfucking stupid about it. Damn.

When you step up on him from behind him and put a hand real careful on the side of his neck, he goes tense and then eases slow--when you tilt back his head a little bit, he lets you.

"Out at the yellow, shit's about texture, I got told," you say, and just rest the blunt tip of a claw to the blunt tip of a horn. there's a little edge of ridge up and around; you can click the flat of a claw up along where it fades away, real light and slow. With his shirt off and his weight resting back on you, you can feel him shiver. "Gotta play nice if there's not a lot to get your grip on of, but you can rattle the fuck out of 'em if they're longer."

"Like yours," he says, intending at some shit. You had it shown at you how it feels to lock horns, not slamming against like a challenge but shifting around and clicking and catching together. Goes all down your posture column, like sparks. He's not got the horns, but you felt how strong his fronds are and he's sure the fuck got claws.

...Focus, motherfucker.

"Like mine, yeah," you say, and make distraction at yourself about how that might feel by sliding your grip on down and getting the heel of your frond right into the base of his horns.

You knew he'd like it, on account his ancestor's shit's been mapped and marked a hundred sweeps. But it still makes you feel like the emperor your own damn self, when he goes "Hhha, fuck," all shaky and sways back hard against you.

"Down at the red," you say, and press just like how you got taught, deep and slow, smoothing down his shaved-down hair along how it lays, not against it. "Gotta give some motherfucking pressure."

He says "Oh, fuck," again--and again, like it's about all he can think to say. Breathes slower, leans harder, grasps back and grips at you behind him. "Oh, shit."

"Gotta push harder than you figure," you say, for all your voice sounds cracked and not yours. "Head conciliatrix smacks the shit outta your knuckles if you go too light--feels like you're gonna hurt a motherfucker but if you get in there real good--"

You press again and he makes like to curse and only lets out a whine like pleading instead, crooning under it in his rattlebox. Bites it off embarrassed a second later, but holy shit. Fuck.

"--That shit'll undo knots all the way to the motherfucking ground if you do it right," you finish off, and for a beautiful miracle of a second you don't think about being pissed, or scared, or ghosts or emperors or any other bullshit. Just how he goes loose in your grip, barely keeping his feet. "Motherfucker, you sound so fucking good."

"I'll pay you back with interest," he croaks out, brave show but wavery. "In the evening. We need to sleep. Hha, shit. C'mon, 'coon."

"Tonight" again, huh? Lotta shit happening tonight. Who fucking knows how your life's gonna shake up by this time tomorrow morning.

You think you can just about motherfucking live with that.

[-END-]

[START OVER]

[apoemaday]

Summer Solstice

by Stacie Cassarino

I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets filling with flowers. Then I remembered, it’s you I miss in the brightness and body of every living name: rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch. You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt. When I finally understand that people fail at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle, the paper wings of the dragonfly aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity? If I get the story right, desire is continuous, equatorial. There is still so much I want to know: what you believe can never be removed from us, what you dreamed on Walnut Street in the unanswerable dark of your childhood, learning pleasure on your own. Tell me our story: are we impetuous, are we kind to each other, do we surrender to what the mind cannot think past? Where is the evidence I will learn to be good at loving? The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies. There are violet hills, there is the covenant of duskbirds. The moon comes over the mountain like a big peach, and I want to tell you what I couldn’t say the night we rushed North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers and the way you go into yourself, calling my half-name like a secret. I stand between taproot and treespire. Here is the compass rose to help me live through this. Here are twelve ways of knowing what blooms even in the blindness of such longing. Yellow oxeye, viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms pleading do not forget me. We hunger for eloquence. We measure the isopleths. I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude. The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries. Fireflies turn on their electric wills: an effulgence. Let me come back whole, let me remember how to touch you before it is too late.

[scumtrout]

I keep returning to the idea of buying a small van for camping, but I always wonder about the following when I see youtube videos about cute van conversions: do those things not rattle like a motherfucker while you drive them? Vans are noisy when they don't have a bulkhead and having a load of shit on shelves and in drawers doesn't help. I'm thinking that if I did 'convert' a van for occasional short-term use, I'd install a kitchen unit where I could install a sink when needed, and some seats/cupboards (one of which would hide the toilet), but all other items in the van would be my regular camping kit that gets stashed away when not in use.

Granted, I'm sure a lot of people don't mind vehicles that rattle, but I once drove a rattlebox of a hatchback for 2 hours and by the end of the journey, I was so cranky there was no scumtrout, there was only The Beast.

[orqheuss]

12, 24, 69 for the ask game lovely!!!

ace!!! hello friend 🧡 ily my dear

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

I VERY rarely outline fics to be honest, i don't have the patience. When i do outline them it's for the longer ones, like my chapter fic that i'm planning is in the process of being outlined (i have five chapters outlined so far). I mainly just go off of ideas that i have written down in my notes app and quotes that i came up with for each idea, and then i build a story around that :)

definitely a low attention span, type b style of writing, but it works for me lol

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

it really just depends on who's voice would sound the best at a particular moment. if i'm writing a fic with multiple characters i always do third person omnipotent, so everyone has a chance to express how they feel at a given moment. i once read that the best way to pick who is speaking at a given moment is to think about who knows the LEAST about what is happening in the scene, either that or whomever has the most to say emotion wise.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

for ones that i have written and published, my favorite is "the sun does not weep for icarus." i put my whole writerussy into that, lmao. for wips, it's one called "free and young and we can feel none of it" and it's a character study on the aftermath of ominis leaving his family in third year (the game hints that he already left, so i wanted to play around with that).

my favorite fics that other ppl have written rn are:

Mentor Privileges by Hippogriff_Feathers on Ao3 (platonic shadow trio) one-shot

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 by Unohoot on Ao3 (ominis x reader) one-shot

Songbird by Aza_Shade_877 on Ao3 (ominis x reader) chapter fic

Sightless by NovaSaurusWrex on Ao3 (ominis x reader) one-shot

Loyal and Steadfast by Degenerates_and_only_Degenerates on Ao3 (sebastian x ominis x F!reader) chapter fic

and for some not Hogwarts Legacy fic that I just read:

Stardew Valley: Hive by Rattlebox on Ao3 (Sam x Sebastian x F!Farmer) chapter fic

The Raven Cycle: We'll Never Sleep (God Knows We'll Try) by Water_Nix on Ao3 (Ronan x Adam, Blue x Gansey) one-shot

Undertale: Strike a Chord by LilyHellsing on Ao3 (Grillby x F!reader) chapter fic

thank you for asking, lovely!! 🧡

[hepatosaurus]

national poetry month, day 25

Summer Solstice I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets filling with flowers. Then I remembered, it’s you I miss in the brightness and body of every living name: rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch. You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt. When I finally understand that people fail at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle, the paper wings of the dragonfly aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity? If I get the story right, desire is continuous, equatorial. There is still so much I want to know: what you believe can never be removed from us, what you dreamed on Walnut Street in the unanswerable dark of your childhood, learning pleasure on your own. Tell me our story: are we impetuous, are we kind to each other, do we surrender to what the mind cannot think past? Where is the evidence I will learn to be good at loving? The black dog orbits the horseshoe pond for treefrogs in their plangent emergencies. There are violet hills, there is the covenant of duskbirds. The moon comes over the mountain like a big peach, and I want to tell you what I couldn’t say the night we rushed North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers and the way you go into yourself, calling my half-name like a secret. I stand between taproot and treespire. Here is the compass rose to help me live through this. Here are twelve ways of knowing what blooms even in the blindness of such longing. Yellow oxeye, viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms pleading do not forget me. We hunger for eloquence. We measure the isopleths. I am visiting my life with reckless plenitude. The air is fragrant with tiny strawberries. Fireflies turn on their electric wills: an effulgence. Let me come back whole, let me remember how to touch you before it is too late. —Stacie Cassarino