@darth-moth submitted: Hello, I try not to be affraid of spiders, insects, bugs, etc. so I want to know what species is he from
And I am also curious of what thier is exact names
All photos were taken in [removed] ([removed], remove this please).
And thank you.
Hi there! I'm glad you're trying not to be afraid of bugs! I can't promise exact species IDs since I'm not super familiar with the bugs in your location but I'll do my best.
I assume the first two photos are the same spider; looks like a ground spider in the genus Scotophaeus, most likely a mouse spider, Scotophaeus blackwalli.
The moth looks like a pyralid moth, Synaphe moldavica. The next beetle is a scarab beetle, probably in the genus Anisoplia. The beetle after that is a weevil, Pseudocleonus cinereus.
Dunno offhand on the next little moth, but the beetle on the flower in photo 7 is a yellow-legged thick-legged flower beetle, Oedemera flavipes. Yes, that's the real common name. Not sure why they needed to put "legged" in there twice. The two moths following that are geometer moths, but they're not distinct enough for me to say offhand which species they are. And finally the last beetle looks like a blister beetle, Mylabris crocata.
Thanks for sharing!
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a visit from the non-native but noninvasive Scotophaeus blackwalli mouse spider. this is a European species, not to be confused with the larger more aggressive Australian mouse spiders.
Notice those big spinnerets, those aren't for building webs but for using a strong, gluey web to take down prey. it's sticky enough to take down other, much larger spiders if it so desires.
females like this one are commonly seen indoors in autumn, just another sign that fall is here in the northern hemisphere.
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@tinymacaroni submitted: i know this is a really bad photo, the lighting in my room is awful, so i totally get if you can't make any ID, but i was curious if you have any ideas about this spider i found in my room in portland oregon? the cephalothorax was medium brown with paler brown markings, the abdomen was dark brown/black and tapered a bit (wider towards the body, narrower away from it) with more easily visible spinnerets than i'm used to seeing on a spider, and its pedipalps were long but thin (you can see them pretty alright in this picture). i couldn't get a clear view of how many eyes it has, sadly :/ nothing i saw on any identification pages for the state looked right, so i just thought i'd see if you had any ideas!
I think there’s a really good chance it’s a mouse spider, Scotophaeus blackwalli :)
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cat and mouse - 1
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader
Warnings: none -- oh you get thrown into a vat of radioactive liquid, but it doesn't hurt too bad.
a/n: when you think of another fic idea in the middle of writing your other WIP :D
Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.
w/c: 716
part 2 part 3 part 4
masterlist
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Here’s a riddle:
“What do you get when you push an unemployed woman into a vat of radioactive liquid?”
Apparently, an unemployed enemy of the state.
You were never the kind of girl who grew up ripping the heads off of your Barbies, or a woman who falls in love with a guy at the insane asylum. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As soon as your head ducked under the burning liquid, you thought you were dead. So you let go and stopped struggling. But really, is there anyone in history who hasn’t survived being pushed into a vat of something?
For example, there's Electro with the eels, and Sandman with the, uh, sand, so you really shouldn’t have been surprised when you woke up with more energy than you’ve ever felt before, though your back was killing you.
Opening your eyes, you noticed you were splayed over a sidewalk, clothes barely covering you as most of the fabric disintegrated in the power plant. Then you saw fire. Lots of fucking fire.
With a quick turn of your head, your eyes followed the trail of destruction all the way back to the exploded building where the accident happened. And before you knew it, you were in cuffs, being questioned by the police.
It’s easy to break out of jail, especially when you can burn right through the iron bars. And it’s easy to lose the cops too when you can scale buildings.
Despite your increased strength, agility, and sensitized hearing, there are several setbacks to being a random woman full of radioactive energy. Your hair, for one, is completely orange. Who knew radioactive juices acted like cheap boxed bleach?
You constantly have to re-dye it back to your original shade and use tons of hair oil to keep it from frizzing up but it only really lasts for a day or two. Talk about having awkward one-night stands…
Unfortunately, your hair is the most recognizable feature of yours so civilians started to call you “Blaze” like some sort of Fantastic Four character. You hate it.
You also can’t get a job because you’re the most wanted woman in Nueva York. So you resort to “borrowing” some money from rich people who definitely wouldn’t notice or care. And then you got caught.
“So it’s been you this whole time?” The low voice makes you jump. You weren’t expecting anyone to be home. “So you’re the one stealing hundreds of dollars from innocent civilians?” The Spider-man slowly walks out from the shadowed corner of the office, making the moment as dramatic as possible.
You quickly close whoever’s laptop you were trying to get into before holding your hands up in a dumb attempt to act innocent. He looks unimpressed by your ‘sneaky outfit’, eyes pouring over the black turtleneck and faded black jeans. Look, it’s not like you had a closet full of options.
You frown, “They’re hardly innocent.”
“Hm,” He slides the laptop toward himself, opening it up to see how far in you got. You didn’t. You were about to give up and leave before he interrupted you. “How so?”
You scoff without thinking about it, “You think a person can make billions of dollars without taking advantage of people?” Apparently, your words amuse him, and a small smirk quirks on his lips. The light of the computer reflects against his cherry red irises. He’s… pretty.
“All I know,” He shuts the laptop and finally looks up at you, dropping any hint of his previous smile. “Is that you blew up a power plant, escaped prison, and now live off of the money that you’re taking from others.”
“C’mon Spider-Man, it’s only a couple of bucks. I don’t have a job–”
“No kidding.” He shakes his head and takes a second to think about something before offering you a hand over the desk, almost like a peace offering. “Here’s my proposition: you come with me and we can get some dinner before getting you back to where you belong.” You quirk a brow upwards, suspicious of his change in tone. “Come on, it’s late. I’d rather avoid the fighting part.”
“Back to…where?”
“Prison, honey.”
That was the start of your cat-and-mouse relationship with the one and only, Spider-Man.
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