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Wet Beast Wednesday: true water bugs
A while back, I made a Wet Beast Wednesday post about aquatic insect larvae. In that post, I said I'd do another one on aquatic adult insects. Well the time has come, but there are too many aquatic insects to do a whole post about. Instead I decided to cover one group of them, the true water bugs of the clade Nepomorpha. These are all members of the true bug order Hemiptera notable for their aquatic lifestyles, though some spend much of their time on shore and a few species can even fly. Like the larvae post, I'll split this up into brief overviews of some notable groups.
(Image: the water scorpion Nepa Cinerea in a threat posture. It is a large, brown, beetle-like insect. The front pair of legs are developed into mantis-like grasping limbs. The wings are spread, revealing a red abdomen. A tube-like tail extends from the rear end. End ID)
Probably the most famous of the Nepomorpha are the giant water bugs of family Belostomatidae. Also known as toe-biters, alligator ticks, and electric light bugs, these bugs are know for their extremely painful bites. Like other Nepomorphs, their mouthparts are fused into a proboscis which they use to pierce the hides of their prey. They then releases digestive venom into the prey, causing its insides to liquefy for the bug to suck back up. The bites of giant water bugs are described as being excruciatingly painful, but are not medically significant. Giant water bugs look similar to beetles, but their front pair of legs are modified into grasping claws that are used to grab prey and hold it still. In insects, grasping limbs like this are called raptorial. They are primarily ambush predators and their prey includes other invertebrates as well as small fish and amphibians. The largest species are in the genus Lethocerus, which are large enough to hunt young turtles and snakes. The largest can reach over 12 cm (4.7 in), making them the largest of the true bugs. Members of Lethocerus are also powerful flyers known to congregate around electric lights during mating season. After mating, the female lays her eggs on the male's back. He will protect them until they hatch, though he is rendered flightless during this period and cannot mate again until they hatch. Females will mate many times each season. The species Lethocerus indicus is often eaten fried in southeast Asia.
(Image: a giant water bug standing on a stick just below the surface of the water. It is a large, brown, beetle-like bug with a distinct head and large eyes. The front legs are adapted into grasping claws. It has grabbed a small, silvery fish and is feeding on it. End ID)
(Image: a female and male giant water bug having recently mated. They are visually similar, but the male is carrying eggs on his back. They are light brown, oval structures laid in a large cluster. End ID)
Similar in appearance and lifestyle to the giant water bugs are the much smaller creeping water bugs of family Naucoridae. While their lifestyle as sit-and-wait predators who use raptorial front legs to catch prey and a proboscis to inject digestive venom is very similar to that of the giant water bugs, they max out in size at about 1.3 cm (1/2 in). Despite being much smaller than giant water bugs, their bites are reported to be far more painful, among the most painful of insect bites, though still not medically serious. They trap bubbles of air beneath their wings to bring an air supply with them as they dive.
(Image: a creeping water bug. It resembles a giant water bug but with shorter limbs and a less distinct head. Its body is yellowish with darker brown patched and dark wings folded over its body. End ID)
Water scorpions are members of the family Nepidae. All true water bugs have a tube-like structure on their rear ends called the siphon that is used to intake air from the surface of the water. The Nepinae have siphons that are much longer than those of other true water bugs which, combined with their raptorial front limbs, has given them the nickname water scorpions. The water scorpions are divided into two subfamilies, Nepinae and Ranatrinae. The Nepinae have rounded bodies that make them look very similar to giant water bugs while the more common Ranatrinae have slender, elongated bodies that make them look more like stick insects. Water scorpions lay their eggs in mud of vegetation near the water line and prefer slow moving or still water habitats. The family is highly adaptable and has species adapted to hypersaline salt lakes and brackish waters as well as an eyeless, cave-dwelling species found in hypoxic water in Movile cave, Romania. Water scorpions are predators that target invertebrates, tadpoles, and small fish. Their bites are painful to humans, but not dangerous.
(Image: a Ranatrinid water scorpion held on someone's hand. It is a very long, skinny insect with long, slender legs and forelimbs adapted into raptorial claws. A long-strait tail almost as long as the body emerged from its back. Its grabbing limbs are interacting with another, smaller insect. End ID)
Some true water bugs with a disputed taxonomy are the backswimmers, pygmy backswimmers, and Helotrephids. Typically, backswimmers are placed in the family Notonectidae while the other two are in the family Pleoidea, but some taxonomists argue they should all be in the same family. Backswimmers and pygmy backswimmers have similar body plans and lifestyles, with size being the main difference between them. Both are beetle-like bugs that swim with their bellies facing up. The hind pair of legs is longer than the first two pairs and hairy, allowing them to be used as paddles when swimming. Unlike many other water bugs, which primarily crawl around their habitats and act as ambush predators, backswimmers are powerful swimmers who actively hunt prey as large as tadpoles and small fish. Their front limbs are raptorial and they are capable of flight. Pygmy backswimmers similarly swim upside down and hunt prey, tiny invertebrates in their case. Both groups also have a soft part on their abdomens they use to store air bubbles, which can be refreshed by a trip to the surface. Helotrephids are a sister group to the pygmy backswimmers and are less adapted to swimming, instead crawling for most of the time. Backswimmers can deliver a painful but non-dangerous bite to humans while both pygmy backswimmers and Helotrephids are too small to pierce human skin with their proboscises.
(Image: a backswimmer using surface tension to cling to the surface of the water. It is an insect whose back legs are much longer than the others and have hairy, paddle-like tips used for swimming. It is light brown and has large eyes. end ID)
Similar in appearance to backswimmers are the water boatmen and pygmy water boatmen of families Corixidae and Micronectidae (pygmy water boatmen were formerly classified as also being in Corixidae). The easiest way to tell water boatmen and backswimmers apart is to look at their posture while swimming. While backswimmers swim belly-up, water boatmen swim belly-down. Their four back limbs are long and end in scoop-like tarsi that act as paddles while the forelimbs are shorter and hairier and used for swimming instead of the raptorial forelimbs that backswimmers have. Like backswimmers, water boatmen are powerful swimmers that hunt prey. Unlike all other true water bugs, not all water boatmen are predatory. there are omnivorous, detritovorous, and even entirely herbivorous species that feed on algae and aquatic plants. Note that in some places, water boatmen are known as lesser water boatmen while backswimmers are called greater water boatmen.
(Image: a water boatman clinging to a green fiber. It is a beetle-like bug with long, hairy back legs and shorter front legs. Its body is brown, with numerous small, yellow stripes along the back. End ID)
Two closely related families of true water bugs that live along the shore rather than in water are the toad bugs of Gelastocoridae and the velvety shore bugs of Ochteridae. Both are named for their appearance, with toad bugs being warty and capable of jumping while the velvet shore bugs are known for the extremely fin hairs some species have that helps keep them dry. Toad bugs are predators of other insects who leap onto prey and hold it down with their raptorial front legs. Velvety shore bugs are believed to hunt similarly and can fly.
(Image: a toad bug held on the tip of someone's finger. It is a small, beetle-like bug with a lumpy back and head and short, grasping forelegs. End ID)
The last well-known of the true water bugs are the closely-related families Aphelocheiridae and Potamocoridae, about which almost nothing is known.
(Image: a member of Aphelocheiridae, a small, beetle-like bug with grasping front legs. End ID)
True water bugs are a very successful group, living in freshwater and (in some species) brackish water all over the world, with only the poles being too cold for them. If you spend enough time around fresh water, you will probably see one eventually. If you do, take a look, but don't touch. You never know which ones can give you a very painful bite.
(Image: a giant water bug with its wings extended, standing on grass. End ID)
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This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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"what are you a cop" is bookaziraphale's entire mindset btw. "is it very angelic to hoard books and be mean to customers" what are you a cop? "should you really be married to your adversary" what are you a cop? "should your husband be parking his car there" ah you ARE a cop. explodes your ticket notebook with his mind. like in his mind if the lord herself doesn't come down to tell him off he's doing just fine. because he's doing it. and if she DOES come down (where is the flaming sword I gave to thee) well then. what is she a cop
no so true. in fact I think this was a key experience in his conviction that he is correct about everything ever. after all she did not ask him again
book Crowley: you’re an angel, you can’t do the wrong thing book Aziraphale: you are absolutely right. everything i do *is* the right thing book aziraphale really took ‘do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law’ and ran with it
[ID: The first add-on shows tags from pronouncingitwang reading "#it is soo fucking important that not only did he lie to god #he thought it was so important that he wrote it in as a correction to the bilton and scaggs bible he wanted that shit printed+distributed" and the last add-on shows tags from indieninja92 reading "#MY BOY #as i like to say 'aziraphale did nothibg wrong... but not through lack of trying' #the greatest angel ever to sincerely attempt to shoot an eleven year old in the face" /end ID]
And when he knows he’ll HAVE to help the cops, he’s desperate to leave so that he WON’T have to help the cops!
[ID: A snippet from the Good Omens book. It reads “There was the sound of a siren outside, abruptly broken off as a bullet hit it. Aziraphale nudged Crowley.” The next part is highlighted, and reads “‘Get a move on,’ he said. ‘We're going to be knee-deep in police at any moment and I will of course be morally obliged to assist them in their enquiries.’” /end ID]
Yk what fucks me up, that scene where Grace was playing the lava game w his students.... bc it literally foreshadows Grace’s entire character arc. His students hand him the 🌍 toy, asked about the Petrova line, and when he tries to pass, they were like “nope!🤚 you can’t pass” like it’s just a joke.
Ff to the actual plot where the entire planet basically hands him the actual Petrova problem and suddenly he genuinely can't pass that responsibility to anyone else. UGH. the movie really said “btw this silly classroom moment is the whole plot” and hid it in plain sight. 🧍
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this is going to be a silly reblog but i have kind of a fixation on animal qualia and the idea of an animal's umwelt, so i ended up wondering whether pudding was actually "enjoying" this.
which meant i went and read about snail brains.
here's the bad news, at least by human standards:
snails do not have anything like a centralized brain. their nervous system is made up of small clusters of neurons (ganglia) that mostly handle very local tasks. they don't have a cortex, they don't build big integrated models of the world, and they almost certainly don't experience things like appreciation, anticipation, or savoring.
pudding is not looking at the sky and thinking it's beautiful.
snail eyes are basically light sensors - they can tell bright from dark, but not form images. snail "taste" is done through chemoreceptors on their tentacles and around their mouth. those receptors don't produce flavor the way ours do; they just detect chemical compounds and sort them into "approach," "ignore," or "avoid."
so there's no evidence that snails enjoy food, or wind, or views, the way mammals do.
and that does sound kind of sad. but then i thought that maybe we are asking the wrong question.
snails do have valence. they detect aversive things (like salt or dryness) and withdraw from them. they detect non-aversive or beneficial conditions (like moisture) and stay extended. when pudding is stretched out like this, it means his nervous system is basically saying "this is safe; nothing is wrong."
if we define pleasure not as our human experience of dopamine and reward chemicals but instead as "the absence of aversion" - a state where the organism is open to its environment instead of defending itself - then this does count as something positive, even if it's extremely nothing like human enjoyment.
pudding isn't appreciating the wind. but his body is registering humidity, safety, and the ability to keep functioning, and that matters to him in the only way his nervous system can make things matter. he does not think "this is great, this is awesome, i love the weather", because he doesn't think in the way we do at all, but the neurological action in his ganglion tell his body that he is safe, that the moisture is an acceptable level, that it's not too dry or windy, and that there's nothing imminently threatening.
i think a lot of the sadness comes from assuming that a good life has to look like ours: full of enjoyment, meaning, and aesthetic experience. but a snail isn't missing those things. its world just isn't built to include them.
snails don't have a sense of flavor. they don't even have tastebuds. this seems like a gimme, right? but again that might be asking the wrong question about what "taste" is. biologically speaking, it's chemoreception. we taste sweet because it indicates high value, high calorie sugar molecules. we taste salty for salt, umami for proteins. so in what way does pudding's chemoreceptors differ from ours instrumentally? we can say "by our human perspective, pudding can't experience "preference" or "savoring" or "anticipation of delicious food"", but from pudding's perspective we have radically overengineered ourselves for the task at hand. pudding can tell what's salty, what's high value, what has the chemicals he needs. the functional outcome is that he can discriminate food souces based on their composition. is that not taste?
so maybe the point isn't "this is sad because he can't enjoy it," but "this is a reminder that minds come in radically different shapes, and value doesn't have to be rich to be real."
#I never like when people say “this creature doesn't perceive the world like we do so it can't experience worthwhile things” #so I was very glad to see this post not go in that direction #pudding is content in their own way #I will always remember that snail I encouraged onto a leaf to bring to a better spot in our garden (it was on the parasol before) #and when I set it down between some plants in the shade; I used my plant mister to make some fake rain for it #since it had been a hot; dry day #that snail extended it's little snail body as far out of its shell as it could #and began wriggling in the rain in what I can only call a dance #swaying back and forth in it #it was so cute #and maybe it didn't feel like we would have #but I think it appreciated the rain
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