It's been several years since I had an up-close-and-personal discovery of a TC in the wild. As a child, I used to collect them, much to my mother's horror. I was always particularly pleased when I'd find a blue one, something which occurred in a ratio of approximately 1:100. I know now that the blue ones were a different Malacosoma species, but a tent caterpillar is a tent caterpillar, regardless of its coloration, and not something you want to carry home to your fruit trees. I was rather surprised when I spotted a dozen or so among the salmonberry vines in an area managed by Cowlitz Wildlife today, and I resisted the temptation to fill my pockets with "woolly worms" as I had done so often as a child.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Western Tent Caterpillar, Malacosoma Californicum Pluviale
It's been several years since I had an up-close-and-personal discovery of a TC in the wild. As a child, I used to collect them, much to my mother's horror. I was always particularly pleased when I'd find a blue one, something which occurred in a ratio of approximately 1:100. I know now that the blue ones were a different Malacosoma species, but a tent caterpillar is a tent caterpillar, regardless of its coloration, and not something you want to carry home to your fruit trees. I was rather surprised when I spotted a dozen or so among the salmonberry vines in an area managed by Cowlitz Wildlife today, and I resisted the temptation to fill my pockets with "woolly worms" as I had done so often as a child.
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First experience I recall was as a sixth grader, riding the Greyhound Bus to Chicago from Montana & seeing the "tents" for miles & miles outside the bus window on the bushes & trees lining the hiway. It must have been quite something to see as I still remember after all these 60+ years. We have them too here in SL eating the scrub oak. They are awful!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope this isn't the "tip of the iceberg." I would hate to see a resurgence of these critters!
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