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[rootofnewt]

google, google, google

i'm so disappointed in you.

i'm sure you meant to use a shamrock trefoil, but you've used oxalis (creeping woodsorrel).

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Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

I thought it was the harvestman that folks called daddy-long-legs! ;)

I saw someone label a photo of yellow oxalis, also called bermuda sorrel, "bermuda buttercup" lately. Buttercups are a completely different family: ranunculus!

But redwood sorrel, that's cool. . . .

Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[krasota.livejournal.com]

mea culpa.

i remember harvestman by thinking "seasonal name". it's a horrid mnemonic device, obviously... ploughmen and harvestmen might be the same workers, but those are vastly different seasons. ;)

thanks.

Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

I wasn't correcting you! I thought it was funny that it had a different name in Maryland than in California, and illustrated your point. But maybe it doesn't. :)

Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[krasota.livejournal.com]

around here, harvestmen/opiliones are commonly known as "AIEEEEEE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!"

yes, i know they're technically not spiders, but my arachnophobia includes them. in fact, i sometimes have to have boy close a window for me if a spider or opilione pic pops up.

and we typically call 'em Daddy LongLegs, unless we're being all zoological.

Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

Casey's scared of bugs, period. That includes caterpillars, cockroaches, and especially spiders and moths. And by "scared" I mean "clawing over obstacles to get away, away!"

He can manage butterflies and ladybugs if he doesn't have to get close and they don't surprise him.

Re: Happy Stereotype-the-Irish-as-Drunken-Leprechauns Day

[krasota.livejournal.com]

i highly suggest he never find himself eye to eye with a lightning bug...

especially if he's spent the earlier half of the evening admiring the way the glow persists in a few inches of rainwater collected in large sycamore leaves.

i was little then. i didn't realize i was drowning them until one landed on my hand a few inches from my eyes. i still feel guilty when i look at those poor critters.