So it rains. And blows. And rains. And storms. And rains some more. And I've caught a cold and don't dare go out and get myself wet and chilled. Last night, in desperation, I went out in the rain and ripped up a couple of plants of lemon balm, which grows wild beside my carport. I filled a vase with wet lemon balm; it even still had a few flowers.
|Lemon balm flowers, Melissa oficinalis. From base to tip, 8 mm.|
I was hoping to find something alive on the plant, maybe even a spider for Arachtober. And yes, there was a slug.
|Tiny slug, 1cm long.|
|And a bunch of green aphids. This one fell off, but I coaxed her back onto a leaf.|
There were no spiders, but a miniature harvestman was hiding behind a leaf.
|5mm long, with a stripe down her back.|
|Heading for a better hiding spot.|
I got up this morning and checked the vase. Neither the slug nor the harvestman is anywhere to be found. The aphids were still there.
- La flor de toronjil. De la base al punto de los pétalos mide 8 mm.
- Una babosa chiquitita, de un cm. de largo.
- Un áfido verde; había varios. Este se había caído; luego le acerqué una hoja y volvió a subir.
- Esperaba alguna araña para el grupo de Arachtober, pero en su lugar, hallé este opilón escondido tras una hoja. Mide 5 mm de cola a cabeza. No medí las patas.
- Aquí se trata de esconder de nuevo.
- —¡Adiós! — me dice.