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I saw it growing by the side of the road on my biking tour in Harads. I have never seen it wild before.
what is this and why is it biting me?! Anybody know? Sorry for the bad photo but hey...it was biting me!
Update: Christine Hanrahan has narrowed it down to a Hemiptera nymph of some kind and that it wasn't biting me, it was "probing my skin for minerals".
This seems like a matter of semantics since the probing of skin involves penetrating said skin with mouth parts.
Me and Jasper messing about on the lawn. We are best friends.
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Scratch Tyne Rehearsal Club and performance
A monthly rehearsal club for spoken word artists in Tyneside, often incorporating ‘poet’s playtime’ sessions for creative writing and page critique alongside peer-led performance feedback.
because the difference in ordour no ewes would feed them. the responsibility came on helpers like me. the day i was leaving, just say this was my wild imagination, they were like sensed my farewell, chasing me all the way from the south to the north of the paddy. i didn't say goodbye to them as i never wanted to. i gave them a good big hug, remembering the white lamb once squeezed himself through the narrow gap between the pole and the hut to escape the fenced paddy. my helper-mate was standing right at the pole guarding the entrance but she was freezed because she was afraid of animals, dare not to touch them...i was so scared as i didn't know what to tell Sara had the lamb ran into nowhere. thankfully i can run. i caught and grab him. the funniest was i thought it was just like a piece of cake of holding a cat up, as soon as i lifted him up for 5cm, we dropped down back to 0cm. he was a 20kilo+ dumbbell! and my mate was still freezing didn't give a hand. so i used my layman way of holding his fore legs to guide him back . and the black lamb, there was a period Sara called me to feed them oats as it would fill their stomachs. I was pondering if there was a particular technique to feed them and hell yeah! just grab a little and stuffed it into their mouths. the white one was milder when i stopped my movement he stopped too. the black one was really strong when i stopped he still kept pushing and knocking me with his head. he was such a hungry ghost that he never realised he had finished the oats and kept biting my bare hand hardly. the scar is still on my left thumb to date and i will be so happy to have it carved into my hand for good
Bloodworm [more of this species]
Actualy a larva of a Chironomid, which is a type of non-biting midge. Us fly fishermen like to call them buzzers and also come in green and black as well. Ill upload a photo of a bloodworm fly sometime.
Date: February 2, 2010
Location: Hampstead [more at this location]
Country: United Kingdom
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Female biting midge, Culicoides sp., identified by its tiny size and pattern on its wings. At our backyard blacklight in Colorado Springs, Colorado, June 9, 2018.