This picture is for all of you who have never gotten to experience the joy of GA mosquitoes. I squished this mosquito while it was enjoying the delicacy of my O- blood. Unfortunately for it I ended its dinner and sent it on another more eternal journey! 
Caterpillar update: Here are the only pictures of the cocoon/raccoon that held our little friend. I snapped these the day we saw it. I was completely amazed by the metallic sheen and especially the gold spikes. It was freakishly beautiful for its 1 inch body. However, as nature would have it it provided nourishment for a bigger and hungrier predator. It had fought so hard to stay alive placing its cocoon in reach of 2 toddlers. Emerson managed to forget it was there one day, about 30 seconds after looking at it, and wrapped her arms around the column and squished it or so we thought by the dark residue leaking from its safe home. It clung to the column for a few more days and I realized it was still alive. I saw it wiggling around one morning and was so thrilled by the fact that we might actually get to witness a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Then the next morning came and I walked outside with an extra bounce in my step hoping the see the new creature. As I walked out the door it looked as though the cocoon had popped open. I did a great big smile, walked even faster towards it and saw that something had taken a big bite out of our friends cocoon. My face immediately fell south and I felt a empty feeling in the bit of my stomach. Then as I took the kids to school (they didn't notice the partially eaten cocoon, thank goodness) I thought about all the things I should have done when I saw the cocoon in the first place like build some sort of contraption around it so that it wouldn't fall victim to any predators. I felt so guilty that the little guy had been eaten and then I suddenly Elton John's song, The Circle of Life started playing in my head and I started humming and reciting what I think are the words at the beginning but since I'm not from Africa I just sound like a redneck trying to be "cultured" as my Grandma would say! Cheesy or not, in a sort of ridiculous, curious and somewhat neurotic way I realized that our little caterpillar friend who never got to spread its wings was still doing its part in becoming part of the circle of life! I'm sure whatever ate it thanks it for the meal!!!
Caterpillar update: Here are the only pictures of the cocoon/raccoon that held our little friend. I snapped these the day we saw it. I was completely amazed by the metallic sheen and especially the gold spikes. It was freakishly beautiful for its 1 inch body. However, as nature would have it it provided nourishment for a bigger and hungrier predator. It had fought so hard to stay alive placing its cocoon in reach of 2 toddlers. Emerson managed to forget it was there one day, about 30 seconds after looking at it, and wrapped her arms around the column and squished it or so we thought by the dark residue leaking from its safe home. It clung to the column for a few more days and I realized it was still alive. I saw it wiggling around one morning and was so thrilled by the fact that we might actually get to witness a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Then the next morning came and I walked outside with an extra bounce in my step hoping the see the new creature. As I walked out the door it looked as though the cocoon had popped open. I did a great big smile, walked even faster towards it and saw that something had taken a big bite out of our friends cocoon. My face immediately fell south and I felt a empty feeling in the bit of my stomach. Then as I took the kids to school (they didn't notice the partially eaten cocoon, thank goodness) I thought about all the things I should have done when I saw the cocoon in the first place like build some sort of contraption around it so that it wouldn't fall victim to any predators. I felt so guilty that the little guy had been eaten and then I suddenly Elton John's song, The Circle of Life started playing in my head and I started humming and reciting what I think are the words at the beginning but since I'm not from Africa I just sound like a redneck trying to be "cultured" as my Grandma would say! Cheesy or not, in a sort of ridiculous, curious and somewhat neurotic way I realized that our little caterpillar friend who never got to spread its wings was still doing its part in becoming part of the circle of life! I'm sure whatever ate it thanks it for the meal!!! 
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COOL!
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