Nest of the Bagworm.
The Wattle bagworm (Kotochalia junodi) is a caterpillar that lives out its life in a mobile casing covered with thorns and twigs. The insect begins spinning its cocoon during the larval stage. As the caterpillar grows, it extends the front end of the case by adding more material. Due to their composition of thorns and twigs from the thorn trees they infest, the cocoon provides a natural camouflage that blends them into the background.
Southern Africa is the home region for the wattle bagworm, where they are common and often infest wattle plantations, which cover more than half a million acres (2,000 km²) in South Africa, primarily in the Province of KwaZulu-Natal. The caterpillars are controlled by the insecticide Btk or, for small infestations or localized impact, simply by hand-picking the cocoons from trees.
The females never leave the cocoons to become moths. The males emerge from their cocoons in June only long enough to fly about in search of a mate, dying soon after fertilizing a female. The females lie motionless while the males extend their abdomens into the female’s case to mate. Up to 1500 eggs are produced, but only a few survive the perils of their youth.
The wattle bagworm spreads in a unique way. After hatching as a caterpillar, the insect spins a silk thread and hangs from the end for a few days. The wind or a passing bird sometimes transports the caterpillar to another tree, spreading the species quite effectively.
Courtesy of Wiki.
…and now you know!
Back to the garden. The back garden to be precise!
Two shots of Butternuts in various stages of growth.
The smaller one is about the size of the average Baby Marrow one finds in Supermarkets out here – about an index finger and a half in length.
I’m letting the other one grow as much as it can, mostly to see just how big it will grow but also for a good crop of seeds for next season.
Experiment. Sweet Potatoes in a Pot. Seeing if I can produce a worthwhile crop.
Baxter chilling. I think the tongue is his way of telling me he really isn’t interested in playing ball.
Rain on its way.
Out and About…
Jewel City? Really? Not quite the inner city gem in my opinion, but an interesting combination of colour.
”Take me higher.” That smoke ain’t no Marlboro!
On the way to the flower market to buy roses for an order. The most direct route is not the most scenic drive, but it occasionally offers some diverse photo opportunities.
Walking the Dog.
Up Mons Road
Autumn is definitely in the air , and also on the paths and roads. Ridge Road, a few days ago.
I’ve mentioned before of the local municipality’s somewhat lackadaisical approach to keeping things ‘clean and tidy’, well here it seems a few enterprising residents have hired their own ‘clean-up’ crew to sort out the pavement and verges outside their properties in Steyn street. Good for them!