Crispy, brown demons are invading my yard, and for once it’s not part of my artwork.
If I figure out how to incorporate them, however, they soon shall be.
Perhaps invasion is too strong a word. There are about a half dozen of these crispy critters, which are apparently the exoskeletons of some type of demonic looking insect.
What first caught my eye was how the exoskeleton is left behind still clinging in precarious places, like the thin plastic tube I used for the tail of a rock rat or the side of a concrete tree border.
I am enthralled with these little demons and, although insects in general give me the heebie-jeebies, I have come to adore these and some other Tucson bugs:
• The tarantula hawk wasp. These large black bugs with bright reddish-orange wings are about the size of hummingbirds. They appear menacing and evil. They are beautiful.
• Those giant mosquito-looking things that are not mosquitoes. They are easy to smash and don’t leave green innards behind.
• Moths. They are easy to cup in the hand and take back outside, which gives you the feeling that you are a worthwhile, very saintly person and leads to a good night’s sleep.
Southern Arizona is also ideal because it lacks other insects we have come to abhor, like the cockroach.
Sure, Tucson may have those giant sewer bugs that folks call roaches. These can be seen swarming under lampposts and atop manhole covers.
But I shall never again have the roach invasion that hit when I lived above a Brooklyn pizzeria. Here the world “invasion” is not too strong a word.
The roaches bred like bunnies in the large sacks of pizza flour and then worked their way upstairs. One early morning they started plopping from the ceiling like plump, crunchy raindrops.
I’ll take the crispy, brown demons any day.
What insects to you love to hate? Hate to love?
Have you ever been invaded? What happened?