Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Who Let the Bogongs Out?

Update: Upon stumbling around the web-o-sphere, I found out a bit more about our winged friends. Seems as if these brown behemoths (get it, behe-moth) or Bogong Moths, an Australian specialty. They reside in the Great Dividing Range that we just drove through, then make their way out of their dwellings in search of cooler weather. Aboroginials consider them a delicacy, clipping off the wings and popping them in a pan. Said they tasted like walnuts, not chicken as commonly thought. Today, there were some on the bus, in the stall of the men's room, in the classroom, you name it.

Story goes, in 2000 during the Olympic closing ceremonies, these Bogongs descended the stadium because of their light towers and damn near wrecked the thing. Politicians and dignitaries fled in horror, television cameras were covered in moth and one landed on a famous Australian's boob during her signing of the national anthem. End of Update.



Back to the day-to-day routine here in The Syd, going to be returning to suckle the corporate nipple once again by starting a contract position a few days a week. As thou shalt not talk about work on publicly-accessible mediums, that's the last you'll hear about that.

The weather feels as if it has jumped ten degrees since we left for our road trip. Last weekend was great beach weather, Bronte was as crowded as we've ever seen it, with kids in costume and seagulls abound.

We noticed in Canberra an unusually high number of moths flying around and sticking themselves to the nearest light source. On one of the nighttime photos of the Parliamentary House you can see just how dense their coverage is. Getting back to Sydney, we've discovered that they are here, too. They only come out at night and perch themselves on the outside of the window panes, but it is still a bit eerie.

I'm guessing it is a seasonal occasion, much like the Harvest Moon celebrations in mid-west America. When the moths come, it signifies the beginning of the warm weather, and all god-fearing citizens must go to their closets and get out their winter sweaters. They cast out said woolen atrocities and sacrifice them to these winged harbingers of temperate times. Happens every year.

We're trying to train the moths to eat the cockroaches.

posted by ncawthon at 9:15 AM