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Steve Klare
Film Guy
Posts: 7016
From: Long Island, NY, USA
Registered: Jun 2003
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posted September 21, 2017 11:18 AM
A Funky Bug!
A couple of years ago I was taking a walk in the woods out where I work and I saw a weird looking ant. I saw one again this morning and snapped a picture:
It's much bigger than a regular ant and covered in fuzz!
At first I thought maybe it was the result of some 1940s Atomic Energy Commission experiment gotten way out of control, but I looked into it and found out not only is it a naturally occurring species, it's not actually an ant at all.
Even though it's called a "Red Velvet Ant", it is actually a wasp. To me this is a species made for comedy! You see, the females have a spectacularly painful sting, but they can't fly. The males on the other hand can fly but they can't sting! (If the male could somehow carry the female, they would be a formidable team! "Stand back! I've brought my wife and I'm not afraid to use her!"..."I want to sting the one on the left...NO!: MY left!")
-so even though she could probably put me on my back screaming in pain, she couldn't catch me, so I felt perfectly safe chasing her around the loading dock with my cell phone.
I've encountered more frightening Aunts at birthday parties!
Red Velvet Ant
No: I didn't stomp her. Live and let live!
-------------------- All I ask is a wide screen and a projector to light her by...
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Steve Klare
Film Guy
Posts: 7016
From: Long Island, NY, USA
Registered: Jun 2003
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posted October 28, 2017 09:28 PM
35mm at last!...(-sort of)...
A couple of months ago I became what would be called "orphaned" if I was 50 years younger. At this stage in life it is just called "life as expected", and I imagine many of you can relate.
We cleaned Mom and Dad's house out this spring and sold it June 30th. Once it was my house too. We sold it with the dining room table in place for the new family. A long time ago my Dad set up his tripod screen and we did slides and movies together with our projectors on that table.
There were some things I would absolutely not tolerate going into the dumpster those last days: one was Mom's sewing machine, another was Dad's slides. We gave the sewing machine to a very creative friend who found herself in need of one, and Dad's slides will stay with me.
Dad's slide projector suffered the same fate as many Kodak projectors and cameras from that era: some 59 cent plastic part snapped and the slides wouldn't advance. I found a camera shop in Vermont that fixes them by the dozen: UPS and PayPal took care of the rest.
Tonight, Dad's projector joined my own once again on our dining room table, and with my help he gets to tell his stories to a grandson that barely got to know him in the short time they had together many years ago. His grandmother is there too, young and vigorous, just as I want to remember her.
Thanks, Dad!
-------------------- All I ask is a wide screen and a projector to light her by...
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