House Cricket ~ Acheta domesticus ~ Grillon domestique ~ Cricri ~ My Yard in Sparta, New Jersey
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Earlier misidentified as a house cricket, even though I knew better. Thanks to Richard Orr www.flickr.com/photos/dragonflyhunter/ for the correction.
Found in our basement by my wife and chief arthropod wrangler, Leona. Photographed under a five-sided clear acrylic box then released back into the basement unharmed.
Strobist: Profoto A2 at camera right in a Profoto Clic Softbox Octa. Triggered by a Profoto Air Remote TTL-C.
Really venomous! This Assassin Bug preys on other insects. It'll catch them and instead of chewing on them will pierce their exoskeleton and inject a poisonous fluid that will liquify their insides. Bug will then suck its prey empty for sustenance. That fluid is really quite something. It will affect humans as bady as bee stings and if the Bug sprays it into your eyes you may go temporarily blind. In this terrarium it's just caught a House Cricket (see inset) with which it's having its way.
Acheta domesticus female predated from Hogna radiata female.
First handheld stack "test" with GX8 and my new lens Olympus 60mm 2.8 MACRO, diffused flash Meike MK320 on camera. (17 shots)
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The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
John Keats (1795 – 1821) Romantic Poet.