A Bug in your wine.

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A measly, single plane filled with wine would not even remotely fill the damn tower even if I were to crash it into it.
You will get a non-alcoholic wine skyscraper afterwards
 
Saving a bug's life seems meaningless until you're in the position to do so. Literally 5 mins of your time versus the mental anguish of having done nothing.

I saw a pheasant on an empty road and almost didn't swerve. Come back next day and a dead pheasant was on the road. :(
 
Saving a bug's life seems meaningless until you're in the position to do so. Literally 5 mins of your time versus the mental anguish of having done nothing.

I saw a pheasant on an empty road and almost didn't swerve. Come back next day and a dead pheasant was on the road. :(
I really really like bugs. I think they are kind of a morality test for fearful/reactive types. People will happily interact with the dregs of the third world delivering them food or blasting music on a bus with 0 reaction. Yet, the second they see a cute little woodlouse or spider they want to kill it???

BUG LIVES MATTER
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Saving a bug's life seems meaningless until you're in the position to do so. Literally 5 mins of your time versus the mental anguish of having done nothing.

I saw a pheasant on an empty road and almost didn't swerve. Come back next day and a dead pheasant was on the road. :(
I always avoid killing, even bugs. If i can, i find a way to throw them outside
 
I used to drink cups of my birthday bottle of lemoncello outside in the spring and would have to shoo so many bees away from my cup. They never got mad, but damn did they want it based on the way it smelled. I'd also have to save drowning bees from time to time when I had my pond out in full sun for a couple years.

Did the beetle (weevil?) survive his dunk? Wine can't be too comfy to fall into and inhale when you're made to be so tiny.
 
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It’s a pea weevil, sitona lineatus
And yes, I also remove the ladybirds from the cup of tea, and put them somewhere to dry. I save slow worms and toads from roads. I spend an hour trying to gently catch the baby bird in my greenhouse by hand, I remove bees from the greenhouse before they die of thirst. I once took my wood burner apart to save a sparrow that had fallen down the chimney,
All God’s creatures are precious. Enjoy your wine.
 
Saving a bug's life seems meaningless until you're in the position to do so. Literally 5 mins of your time versus the mental anguish of having done nothing.

I saw a pheasant on an empty road and almost didn't swerve. Come back next day and a dead pheasant was on the road. :(
Man you've reminded me - I was driving the kids last week to preschool, suddenly I see a snail on the road. I swerved to not hurt it, almost drove into the pavement, wife's panicked, kids panicked. "What happened?!" "There was a snail on the road" "Oh, next time say something"

When I drove back I didn't see him, hope he got off the road okay
 
This brings me back to the days i took a catterpillar home because it was in the middle of the street, i dont know why i did it, i kept it in a jar and tested wich kinds of plants it liked and gave it only those that it enjoyed and the lil fucker was just munching out for days until it became fat as fuck, i thought it was dead when i didnt saw it move until one day i see it flapping around getting out of the black mass that was the cocoon, it was magical.

I really really like bugs. I think they are kind of a morality test for fearful/reactive types. People will happily interact with the dregs of the third world delivering them food or blasting music on a bus with 0 reaction. Yet, the second they see a cute little woodlouse or spider they want to kill it???

BUG LIVES MATTER
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Erm achkshually thats a crustacean.
 
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These stories are touching so I will share my own from last week.

I saw a small snail the length of my thumb-tip, no more, in the middle of the pavement (sidewalk to the burgers). It presumably somehow made it all the way across the road which is a miracle in itself. But it was going nowhere good and was right where someone would tread on it.

So I picked it up carefully and carried it along with me another quarter of a mile (an epic journey to a snail) until I passed a big field and undergrowth and I put it down there.

I like to think that as the snail was being carried along, its tiny voice was going "wheeeeeeee!"
 
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