I for one have had enough rain to last me a while. Many insects don’t have very long to get down to the business of procreation and continually postponing it due to rain can be worse than deadly. In nature, insects only live for one purpose: reproduce, that’s it. So, now the weather has turned, it’s no surprise that the bugs are out in all their finery, struttin’ their stuff, trying to attract an acceptable member of the opposite sex.
In one day I’ve seen several mourning cloaks, a red admiral, an echo blue — all in full peacock display mode. A single Tule bluet (damselfly) cruised through the poison oak jungle, a gaggle of tiger beetles chased each other across the sandy spaces of river bar, and … well, nature takes its course.
What has bulging eyes, gray bumpy skin, eats bugs and hops? Why a toad bug, of course. Although they are fairly common, and well known, there isn’t much written about them. Members of the order Hemiptera or “true bugs,” you find them in sandy areas near water. They really do resemble tiny (1-centimeter) toads, and they do hop, usually just as I’m snapping their pictures, leaving me with an extreme closeup of sand. It wasn’t until I looked at a few successful photographs on a monitor that I realized how bumpy and intricately patterned they are.
This article appears in The Other Trump.