Author: Ketsueki

A Turtle Laying Eggs

Several years ago, my family and I found a female turtle laying eggs near a lake. My father took a video, and after that, I pretty much forgot about it. But now, that I’m older, I realize that we never figured out what species the turtle actually was – (We just assumed it was a red-eared slider, as it was one of the only turtles that the park had mentioned.)

We only managed to obtain a video of the backside of the turtle, as we did not want to interrupt or scare the turtle away by moving in front of it. It was harder to recognize as it was dusty, probably from climbing up to the shore and digging out a nest for the eggs. This video is only a snippet at the end of the whole ordeal, as we did not think to record it earlier. After finishing laying it’s eggs, it covered up the nests and wobbled back to the water.

(Don’t mind my brother’s voice in the background.)

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The Art of Dead Trees

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Do you feel disgusted by this image? Confused? Unhappy? Neutral?

Well, I for one, view this as a piece of art created by the Emerald Ash Borer larvae.

They chew through the bark, carving maze-like tunnels through the wood, heading for the inner phloem, cambium, and outer xylem. Then, they tunnel back for the outer layer of the trunk, and develop into pupae, and emerge as adults the following spring.

Once out of their chambers, they go to feed on the ash leaves in the trees canopy, and a week later, they mate. The female usually lives for around six weeks after emerging, and can lay from around 40-70 eggs, but on unique circumstances when they live for longer, they may lay more than 200 eggs. 

This species of insect has become a problem for South-western Ontario, after arriving in this new land aboard an Asian cargo ship. Once spreading, the invasive species started to kill off millions of the ash trees around the Michigan area. As it had no native predators in this environment, the insect has been a murderer on the loose with no police to chase him down.

In its native Asian territory, one of the Emerald Ash Borer’s predator is a few species of parasitoid wasps that specialize with the beetle’s very own larvae and eggs. As they play a part in restricting the population in Asia, three of their species have been newly introduced to North America, in hopes of tying down the invasive beetle. The native species of wasps also have shown an interest in parasitize the beetle, and are raising the hope of adaption, or integrating the new species into the ecosystem.

With hope, the artists can join our net of species, and join into our environment, and become a species that later generations see as their countries own.

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Backyard Butterflies

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An Eastern Tiger Swallowtail visited my Honeysuckle vine in the corner of my backyard, a few weeks ago.

I bet most of you are thinking: What the heck is an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail?

Well, it’s one of the most common butterflies of Canada. It belongs to the Swallowtail family, (which includes the Sea-Green Swallowtail, Old World Swallowtail, Spicebush Swallowtail, and many more). It’s Latin name is Papilio Glaucus, and it was one of the first butterflies to be described by the Europeans; by John White, an early colonist of Virginia.

The butterfly is widespread in the eastern US, and reaches in southern and eastern Ontario in Canada. It is also commonly confused with the Canadian Tiger Swallowtail, though the Eastern can be separated by a row of yellow spots on the underside of its wings, as well as a strip of black on the inner margin of the hindwing.

Anyways, hoped you learned something. (I sure did!)

Toodles!~

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Freaky Insects

I have a washroom in my basement, right?

So, a while back, one of my family members went into that washroom, planning to take a shower, and found a centipede and a spider in the stall…

Anyways, they were very close to one another, so my family member tried to get them to fight.

This is sorta how it ended out-

(Sorry for the blurriness, tech problems.)

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Internet Surprises – Pony Creators

For all the my little pony lovers out there – this website is definitely for you!

So, I was doing what most people do in their free time nowadays – surfing the internet.

Out of pure curiosity, wondering how far the ‘brony fandom’ has went along by now, I searched up My Little Pony Creator.

And, out of the blue, popped out this website.

It was a deviantart post by an user called ‘generalzoi’.

When it loaded properly, there was a screen with the words ‘General Zoi’s Pony Creator.’

I pressed play, and all sorts of little adjustments showed up, allowing me to alter a dull red and purple pony. I played around a bit and:

Tada!

A brand new OC! (Which means Original Character, for all the people that don’t know)

There are so many options for each pony, and it’s overall amazing.

(I wonder how long General Zoi took making this… Wait, I probably don’t want to know.)

Anyways, I recommend this website to all you people!

– Ketsueki

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Robin Season

Hello!

I was in my backyard the other day, and I found a young robin stuck in one of the bushes.

I managed to take a few pictures of it before it ‘unstuck’ itself and flew away:

Here’s one:

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Windy April Days

Three friends filtered out of the subway, dressed much too thinly for the bitter February air. They fell for one guy that night, he fell for one girl.

And although the three were equally stunning, the guy, Dalton, had ignored all three of the girls, and instead, had fallen for another. He didn’t think that the girl, April, would pay any notice to him, and yet, she had.

As they chatted in a coffee shop, he couldn’t help notice the way her hair flowed perfectly down her back, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed at his jokes, and the blush dancing on her cheeks as she gave him her number. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this girl had to be the exception. She was perfect.

~3 years later~

Hastily straightening his jacket collar, he waited patiently on a bench, ice-cream in hand. It had become a yearly tradition for him and his girlfriend April to sit at the location of their first date, and share an ice-cream cone with the same flavours that they had enjoyed several years ago. Vanilla rested upon a scoop of chocolate, as that is how it always is. Checking his watch, he waited for her, watching as the ice cream began to melt from the heat. He’s been here for a while.

Just then, she arrived. Eyes shining, hair perfectly done, she smiled, as she recognized the man that she had loved for the past three years waiting for her.

~8 years later~

April smiled as she looked down at her diamond ring, shining in its simplicity. Her smile grew wider as she thought of who gave it to her 6 years ago. She could still remember that day- it was a day that outshone all others. Today was their anniversary, and her husband had walked to the closest ice cream parlor, as a tradition they had kept for the yearly celebration. She was supposed to meet him there at lunch, as she had a meeting that morning.

April glanced up at the traffic light, and crossed the street as it turned green. She looked back down to her ring, and wondered if her husband had finished purchasing their ice cream yet.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech jerked her from her thoughts, and everything went black.

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“It’s all my fault. I wasn’t there for her. I couldn’t save her,” Dalton thought in anguish. His eyes glazed over, the wind tearing at his clothes as his mind traced back to April, lying in her death bed. “If only I could get there in time“.

The monitor beside her bed quiets, the silence between the beeps growing longer. Her breathing grows shallow, eyes flickering feverishly beneath her eyelids. Through her hazy mind, she heard a thin and quiet voice start a conversation.

“Oh my god, he cares about her that much? So much that he wants to join her in the afterlife?” It didn’t take a mind reader to know who he is.

“That’s so dumb, he has us instead. Why would he kill himself?”

“Anguish, despair, hopelessness, I guess.” April stirs, struggling to rise. There was a sharp intake from someone.

“She’s alive? Isn’t she too far gone?”

She groggily opened her eyes, squeezing her eyes back shut as the hospital lights blinded her. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, blinking as they adjusted to the brightness. She struggled to sit up. The three girls that were talking, lunged at her, grabbing her arm.

“You have to stop him, he’s going to kill himself!” she shrieked. April nodded numbly. She braced herself on the wall, half stumbling half limping out of the room.

“He’s on the roof!” she heard a shriek behind her. She stumbled to the elevators, pushing the up button. She slumped against the wall, her injuries screaming in pain. She lets out a breath as she enters the elevator, hitting the button for the roof.

After an excruciating long wait, the doors open. She steps out, pushing open a large metal door. The wind roars in rushing fill the small room. She heads out to the roof, her eyes filling with tears as her husband turned around, standing on the edge of the roof. He stared at her in disbelief as she took another step forward, pausing in the doorway.

“April?” 

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He stared at the doorway, where he had envisioned his wife seconds ago.

That’s what would have happened if she had survived, He thought.

Yet, here he stands alone on the ledge.

His grip on the ice cream cone began to tighten, the crumpling sound of the waffle cone cracking from his strong grasp. The snow colored scoop began to melt, as it splattered over the building, into the dark streets below. However, balancing gently on the brim on his fingers, was the melted, dripping remains of the chocolate ice cream.

The coldness bit at his fingers, but all he felt was the pain that overwhelmed his heart. Why was it, that the vanilla, so pure and beautiful, be the one that will be consumed by the darkness down below, whereas the chocolate remain up here in the light. The chocolate, so stained, still had the sunset to shine upon it.

It wasn’t fair. Life isn’t fair.

They were meant to be together forever. He promised her that.

And it was that moment, that he decided.

Using the last of his strength, he slowly closed his fist, watching as the ice cream seeped through his fingers and trickled down onto the streets below. As the last drop of chocolate ice cream left his hand, he smiled sadly.

Don’t worry April. I’m coming.

Thus, on a windy day in April, he jumped.

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