The attitude of ordinary people to entomologists

and do you meet deceitful philistines? I (I suspect that I am not alone in this) often have to listen to stories about giant sightings that have already become boring ... it doesn't matter who: hornets, dung beetles, even ants, the size is essentially the same-the thumb and index fingers are as far apart as possible ... does this infuriate me alone? however, it also happens to have fun - from pearls: a rhinoceros beetle clinging to the car the size of a black loaf, which had to be driven away by throwing stones at it, or a rather detailed lecture on the purpose of deer horns-it turns out that only with such jaws it is possible to extract their only food from PINE (only this breed) wood - bark beetles (meaning larvae of ragium inquisitors)

and do you meet deceitful philistines? I (I suspect that I am not alone in this) often have to listen to stories about giant sightings that have already become boring ... it doesn't matter who: hornets, dung beetles, even ants, the size is essentially the same-the thumb and index fingers are as far apart as possible ... does this infuriate me alone? however, it also happens to have fun - from pearls: a rhinoceros beetle clinging to the car the size of a black loaf, which had to be driven away by throwing stones at it, or a rather detailed lecture on the purpose of deer horns-it turns out that only with such jaws it is possible to extract their only food from PINE (only this breed) wood - bark beetles (meaning larvae of ragium inquisitors)

False ones?Yes, no, perhaps this is not false,it's just illiterate cattle, which, as they say in Belarus, charka crackling and a second-hand foreign car are a vital priority, and they don't want to know anything else.

When you're drunk, you see a lot of things. One beekeeper in Primorye told me that he saw such a callipogon (the size of two palms) in the forest. Circled around the apiary when he and his friends "leavened". Sometimes it also seems from a distance that the object is large. Many locals also depict the size of the Maak tailbearers in two palms. I showed one of them a captured specimen. "So small?" A big surprise...

When you're drunk, you see a lot of things. One beekeeper in Primorye told me that he saw such a callipogon (the size of two palms) in the forest. Circled around the apiary when he and his friends "leavened". Sometimes it also seems from a distance that the object is large. Many locals also depict the size of the Maak tailbearers in two palms. I showed one of them a captured specimen. "So small?" A big surprise...

- sometimes you put beetles in the stain one at a time, and from there (at home already) they all fall out of the bucket at once, you think: have they dried up or something?... I exaggerate, of course, but in the heat of hunting passion, they really seem more

False ones?Yes, no, perhaps this is not lying,it's just illiterate redneck, which, as they say in Belarus, charka crackling and a second-hand foreign car is a vital priority, and they don't want to know anything else.

- probably really redneck - they don't accept doubts: "I saw it!!" and attempts to burn with a glance are a mandatory continuation of such dialog

and do you meet deceitful philistines? I (I suspect that I am not alone in this) often have to listen to stories about giant sightings that have already become boring ... it doesn't matter who: hornets, dung beetles, even ants, the size is essentially the same-the thumb and index fingers are as far apart as possible ... does this infuriate me alone? however, it also happens to have fun - from pearls: a rhinoceros beetle clinging to the car the size of a black loaf, which had to be driven away by throwing stones at it, or a rather detailed lecture on the purpose of deer horns-it turns out that only with such jaws it is possible to extract their only food from PINE (only this breed) wood - bark beetles (meaning larvae of ragium inquisitors)

They lie like eyewitnesses!

javascript: add_smilie (":)") - and another story on the topic: a friend and I happened to collect dung beetles on the outskirts of a certain village with a military unit located in it (!!). we started, we collect and soon a flock of local children appears, immediately, of course, questions began to pour in - what, why, how?... we, catching out of this noisy crowd already glistened here and there banks with catch banter: here, they say, dung beetles are a rare, and therefore very expensive delicacy ("your mothers cook them for you for the holiday after all ... what, isn't it?! and we're cooking..."), and so on, we'd rather get rid of it, or something; and then one of the twelve-year-old "Red Chief" in the tone of Sherlock Holmes revealing a vile conspiracy declares:"Yes, everything is clear, your grandfathers forced you" - the two of us, dressed in washed-out camouflage according to the scientific and field fashion, were mistaken for victims of soldiers ' hazing and our picking in manure - the act of the notorious "hazing" taking place directly in front of their eyes

What is most often asked of a field entomologist in rural areas:
- What are you doing!??
- I study insects!
"well, what should I do to starve a Colorado potato beetle?"?

Where does this quote come from?

Abstract journal, Entomology

at exhibitions, we often have to prove that we don't have megas and kalkos and they couldn't see that bronzovka is not a May beetle, and that we don't have any butterflies similar to agris. it is also interesting that intelligent and literate people agree in their entomological illiteracy, and rednecks on the contrary prove to you that you are wrong)))

Yes, there are enough fun cases.But there are also really dangerous situations.from drunken hoodlums in the garden to armed natives in the tropics.

  

Stunningly. On this topic, my conversation with our wonderful university driver Mishka Sidorov, with whom we drove more than one dozen thousand km.
- You know, Romka, - he narrated, screwing up, - I have been a driver at the university for 15 years. Who just did not drive. Some collect rocks, some collect herbs, some (like you) catch butterflies, some don't do shit at all.

As I understood later, it was about philologists!

I left my entrance and left the courtyard: the street is quite "quiet" (this" subdistrict "is called"quiet Center"). At the edge of the roadway is a "fancy" mobile phone. Attention! Near the mobile phone, "something" flies, sometimes "banging against the side" (here, bad luck! I didn't even see who it was. - it looks like a membrane, about 2-3 cm). So, what should I do?
Of course, the choice is small: either try to catch, grabbing a handful, or knock down the ground. Well? "I do that without getting too excited… But I do it on the "roadway", and therefore, - I look around from time to time (well, here, the blonde will pass "by"), - an accident! or it will come out from somewhere-the owner of the "mobile" will appear ... - And what are you doing here? - and if the weight categories don't match in my favor???).
Well, so I run around, looking back from time to time, around the "mobile", grabbing "through the air"...
A "philistine" comes up to me, slaps me on the shoulder, and says: "Vova, can you stop drinking already, brother? - all devils, - all one, - not paimaish!"
"Mukha" - stsuko! – (well, or a membrane, some kind)-abruptly took up ... and "flew away"...
And I to it, - having discerned in the" philistine "the cousin:" Tolya! you scared a fly for me! Well, what the fuck!"
My brother explained to me (as a "philistine"): he sees-a man in the middle of the road grabs something in the air with his hands, from time to time "slapping" with one palm (like: fuck you all!), and also looks around, you bastard! - well, I wanted (my brother) to call the" orderlies " (delirium tremens! a man in the middle of the day and the city, and even in front of the roadway!)… My brother would not have seen my brother... so, - exactly, he would have called (here, I would have got it...)... explain to them " tam " pra "muh"...
I already realized with my "back" mind (vision) that passers-by (passing through) a "quiet" place with a gray-haired man in black glasses, who "grabs" the air with his hands, did not pass (pass)by "quietly-quietly" …
So what? – are the "philistines" to blame?

This post was edited by Bolivar - 05/24/2011 23: 42

Blame the one who didn't catch the insect

Blame the one who did not catch the insect

I doubt it now: that insect is bulo... or M. B., really, chortle?

I doubt it now: that insect is bulo... or M. B., really, chortle?

And how many degrees was there - if 40 degrees, then it could well run a chortle, there are approx. 16 degrees, then options are already possible

Fluorine - it (the name) seems to be a gaseous something, but it bothers with questions quite wooden...

Fluoride?? That is, it was, in the literal sense, under gas? Then the matter takes a different turn, the question arises-was there a brother? ))

oh ple, here you have discussions )))

Jeepers about beetles:
http://jeep4x4club.ru/topic/9335-mashina-utoplennik/

From a dialogue between an exalted lady and an entomologist...
- "Of all the insects I'm not afraid of" ... (hesitated thoughtfully)
- "Ladybug"!

I catch Nymphalis vualbum butterflies with a net on a forest road after rain. A car stops, with two redneck boys in it. They shout directly from the car:
"How's the fishing going?"
- yes! I say, undeterred. "I've already caught two pikes.
"Where do you catch them?" - they ask me in surprise.
"Right here!" I point to a large forest puddle.
One of them, even more surprised, says:
"I've lived for as long as I've lived, but this is the first time I've seen a fisherman in the woods. And we spent the whole day looking for mushrooms, but found nothing.
And we drove on.

This post was edited by niyaz - 11.08.2011 20: 40

Conversations are not only funny, but also ...
I go home at night, cross the road and see a bunch of ground beetles and butterflies under the lantern (there are still special lanterns). I sit down on the curb and choose what I need and what I don't need. The street is quiet 1.5 cars per hour, and the time is late. On the opposite lane from me goes a broken "seven" - brakes and stops across the dividing strip. The driver and passenger in swimming trunks "get out" of it (this is ONLY in quotation marks, because I do not know what this method of transportation is called).
"Hey xxxx! You cho created xxxx? cho po in the middle of the sidish road, xxxx?
"I'm on the curb. and here you are in the middle of the road, and even in such a state ... (it was immediately clear that it was necessary to go down and even if silently, then the conflict could not be avoided, but I could not be silent-if they break in, then at least not for silence)
the driver, turning to the car
-he finally ahhhhh?
5 more people get out of the backseat! ghouls and all as one in swimming trunks (seen from the river went) and start moving in my direction. spanish bull run is a matinee in a manger, if only because any bull will die from so much alcohol. I'm not a conflicted person, and I forgot the Kalash at home, so I hurriedly retreated. they-realizing that in their condition they can't catch up with me on foot, jump into the car (I'm still surprised how they fit in there) and the chase continues...
I love my city for having lived in it all my life and knowing every alley that ultimately saved me; but I hate it for the fact that 90% of the population: wooden collective farmers, drunken rednecks, prilatnennaya gopota, brainless bulls, young pseudo-majors, garbage-nevminos and oherevshie chocks (please don't take the last two phrases to heart, because there are some nice exceptions).
bottom line: an encouraging run before going to bed + a bunch of ground beetles and swimmers + so far the only Eurois occulta

This post was edited by AGG-23.08.2011 01: 18

In May of this year, we went to catch ground beetles in sunny Apsny. But it turned out to be the wrong place for us, and in the end, out of 9 days spent there-8 rained. but you can't do anything about it, you've given your name - climb the mountains and work. there were days-rains-chacha-wet bed..... it's time to go home. we're going to the mountains to shoot cups. catch upset, although beetles love moisture, tk climbs out their main grub-snails and slugs, but many glasses were flooded we take the glasses with us, with the expectation of putting them for 1 night in the Krasnodar Territory on the way home, and ! DON'T WASTE IT! (gentlemen-catchers, I PRAY!!! if you have enough strength to drag all "it" anywhere, find the strength to remove it , because plastic is such a THING that will last not only for our century, but also for many more generations. let's leave at least some chance to nature ) washed the cups in a mountain stream, go down to the village, a stack of cups in your hands-flow around. we pass by the former village club with bullet-riddled walls, under our feet, among the rubble, sometimes automatic shell casings clink-romance (as we were told - young people had fun on New Year's Eve). And all around-MOUNTAINS! the snow-capped peaks of the Bzyb ridge shine so that it seems that you can reach them with your hand! On the sinful earth, we are brought back by a dirty "300-th gelding" that blocked our way. From the driver's window that opens, the "not quite" welcoming look of an Aboriginal is directed at us.
(The people of the Caucasus, like everyone else, are very curious, but they are distinguished by a special desire to get into the essence of what is happening, especially when they see two unfamiliar Slavs walking down the mountain, with a stack of glasses in their hands, in a small village.)
"here we go now!" (at these words, my sphincter reflexively began to shrink a little - probably the mountain air acts like that...)
they came up. common questions: who? from where? What are we doing here? and then not the usual one: will you work for me?
-here we are for a rest. we walk and admire. we stopped at so-and-so's.
"do you work for him?"
-but no, we came to rest, to breathe the mountain air. It's not the first time you've had a good time here.
?
(a week earlier, local friends before climbing the mountains "as if in jest" offered the machine "vilify" " you never know what in the mountains? a bear, for example... " and I thought at that moment: how long will it take me to dig a zindan for myself in this rocky ground, even if it is difficult to bury a cup? and you can't rub hominy without chacha. and such nostalgia struck me for my native gopota. and the sphincter clenched even more-probably the mountain air works like that...)
"not really. we came to rest. for a visit. (smiling and with the last of his strength.)
"why the glasses?" (apparently, desperate and realizing that someone else will have to plant corn, but not us, and we are also not suitable for sale, our unexpected counterpart asked with doomed but genuine interest)
Sensing that the conversation was beginning to take on a certain color of dialogue, I said with a smile:

and then came the unexpected "eastern wisdom" with a touch of paternal care:
"don't do that. throw it out! you'll be poisoned in two days!!!
(and I said-plastic=evil-clean up after yourself! even there, someone understands, and then you will climb where not to climb, and there poltorashki, glasses of last year, etc.)
and then with sadness:
"don't you want to earn money?"
"not really. we'll go home....
moral: smile, but wear akm; drink chacha, but clean up after yourself

This post was edited by AGG - 23.08.2011 03: 55

Wow, the census dates back to 2007. After reading it, I got full satisfaction from various stories and situations. Thanks everyone.
And I would like to say a couple of things. 1 - it is very good to have such a "hobby" (one thing, it is a pity there is not enough time, or like-minded people /well, this is another/). And the second - on others, well, look like those around you. Be prepared for anything. If you want, answer interesting questions with a mutual conversation, or vice versa, keep silent. You have a goal and objectives.
History: He was young, "uneducated" and angry. On a business trip to register the spring complex of leaf-eating pests of the forest, in the forestry department I communicate with engineers. They instead of technical terminology, caterpillars are called worms and worms. With the accounting technology, there is a complete zero, the work is not going on. local engineers are completely stupid in deviating from the methodology of work. And at the next phrase (worms). The following explanation follows from us: worms can occur in software..e or in manure, and these are caterpillars that feed on foliage. They are called caterpillars because their imagos are butterflies. My lack of restraint was forgiven by older engineers, but after that, over time, their attitude to the forest protection business changed in a positive way. It was like a shock to them. Now I think that this method of mine was just "childhood" and lack of culture. But, since then, in my direction, I have not heard the phrases " bug " and other things. Normally explained, for example: forest conservationist, entomologist, protection specialist, supervised pest species, the main types that give outbreaks of mass reproduction. In how it happens.

I accidentally came across an article in the 7th issue of the magazine "Pioneer" in 1986. It is from an early age that not only a love of nature is brought up, but also a negative attitude towards collectors of insects( in this case, butterflies). Here's a photo

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Yes, this law then well" on the ears " of young naturalists put... However, like any such law, in practice it, in my opinion, did not work.

Pasha, did anyone know about him (i.e. the law)? I didn't know for sure, and even if I did, it wouldn't have made any difference. In a word - hereditary enemy of the people

No, I knew - because the circle said (cursing). However, I never really wanted to collect for the sake of collecting - I was always more interested in how insects live, rather than what they look like on pins. As a matter of fact, that's probably why I've come to love straight-winged birds, because they live quite well in captivity, and they sing. And, of course, when it was still necessary to collect-of course, I didn't care about the law. As a matter of fact, it seems to me that this law, in fact, was not intended to protect nature, but to combat "unearned incomes".

Now, as I understand it, it is not forbidden by law to have a collection of insects. But do I need to register it? In what institution? Do I need to report to them "at the end of the year"? Who knows, please tell me. Thank you in advance.

Has this law ever been repealed? As far as I understand, the "default" Soviet laws continue to apply. I'm not a lawyer, though.

This topic has already been discussed on the forum, and one of our colleagues was even going to officially register his collection. I remember trying to talk him out of it.

This post was edited by Zlopastnyi Brandashmyg - 02/13/2012 11: 41

I'm still going to.
But-no time .

once near dacha plots near Fastov (Kiev region)
I was catching butterflies in a blooming clearing, a man (about 17 years old) was passing by on the path,
and he said: "is there something to smoke?
Me: - I don't smoke!
He: - that's right!
then he asks: what are you doing?
Me: - do I catch insects?
He: why?
I: - I study the entomofauna of the Fastovsky district!
he has SUCH O_O eyes
said: that's right! and he went.

and another time I put traps near the forest there is a railway road nearby...
workers in orange vests saw me with a sapper's shovel, asked if I was looking for metal, and I had to answer that I was looking for insects.

recently, when going out on a hike from the house, I put the nets in a soldier's duffel bag, and the stick sticks out from above (the net is homemade) so now the neighbors think that I go fishing, and they say to my grandmother that I'm doing great, and she's ashamed, and she agrees with them

Hello, gentlemen entomologists!
I am a beginner (I am 14) and I want to tell you a funny story that happened to me during the summer holidays.

A satirical sketch.

Like many young men my age, I tend to go to extremes. Once again, when I learned about the upcoming trip to the south, I overdid my clothes. As a result, when I arrived, I looked a little strange. Long sand pants, socks, shirt of the same color, boots, pith helmet. Yes, even a net and a proven shoulder bag.
Upon arrival in the village of Sukko (near B. Utrish), after a small reconnaissance, I decided to go to the "bald" mountain. Its peak did not disappoint me... Hollows covered with thorny, hard-leaved shrubs protected them from the wind, and large, dark satyrs fluttered among them. I don't remember the next twenty minutes. I only remember that I decided "enough for now", to go down to one inviting place in one go. Sit down, think and eat sandwiches.
This place is a juniper tree bent down by the wind and centuries, very similar to a bench. It's not too far away. 150-200 meters along the path. Three students were the first to meet me.
"Biting?" (What bites on the mountain, I don't really understand)
"No, I catch butterflies.
"Mmmm.".. I wonder if it bites?
I smile, say "yes", and everyone leaves with a high mood.
Then there was an elderly couple, they didn't say anything, but I learned that "my generation is not as hopeless as it seems."
And here is the cherished trunk... I sat down to rest. I sit and look at the azure sea caressing my eyes, at the people on the beach, at the beckoning mountains...
Thoughts are interrupted by people passing by. No, people, as such, did not bother me. These are the exception. Probably pleasant. A young couple with a daughter of 4-5 years old. She ran a dozen meters ahead, but when she was level with me, she stopped.
Her lower jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. She grabbed the leg of her father's pants as he caught up with her, and asked timidly::
(What followed was food for thought for a long time.)

"Pa-a-ap, who's that?"
"Don't be afraid, daughter, he's not dangerous.









This post was edited by molek - 15.11.2013 18: 58

molek, good story)) By the way, during school time, when I was taken to the sea, I almost did not go to the sea at all, I climbed all sorts of mountains all the time, from morning to night, and at night I looked at the hawk moth beds ))
Although in general, the sea is also cool, if upwelling brings cold water, and the net was also very useful there, what curiosities do not swim there and do not live in the rocks!!! But again, it is necessary that there is not a single beachgoer in the water, so when it is +40 in August, the beach is full of people - it is impossible to pass.. and there is no one in the sea - it's time for the nets and into the water(unless of course there is a tendency to convulsions)!

molek, good story)) By the way, during school time, when I was taken to the sea, I almost did not go to the sea at all, I climbed all sorts of mountains all the time, from morning to night, and at night I looked at the hawk moth beds ))
Although in general, the sea is also cool, if upwelling brings cold water, and the net was also very useful there, what curiosities do not swim there and do not live in the rocks!!! But again, it is necessary that there is not a single beachgoer in the water, so when it is +40 in August, the beach is full of people - it is impossible to pass.. and there is no one in the sea - it's time for the nets and into the water(unless of course there is a tendency to convulsions)!

Thank you, and your kind feedback.
About the sea... What a beauty to swim in Utrisha with a mask. Straight out of the cystosyra forest. Unfortunately, we spent most of our vacation in Vityazevo, on the sand, but there was also something to do...


And all sorts of seashells.

  
By autumn, we had Lampides boeticus in the city, so we had to run right in the central part at the intersection of two streets with a net behind them. And take pictures standing on all fours in the weeds right on the side of the street. People passed by - no one paid any visible attention, everyone had their own things to do. One aunt just asked, " What did I find there?" "A butterfly," I say. I went, shaking my head - "Who cares..."

I had the same thing last year with Lampides boeticus! On September 14, at the intersection near the city of Kuchugur, I took a picture of him. On the fact that who will think spat-too much butterfly cool. People passed by, but no one said anything.

I had the same thing last year with Lampides boeticus! On September 14, at the intersection near the city of Kuchugur, I took a picture of him. On the fact that who will think spat-too much butterfly cool. People passed by, but no one said anything.

Wow, achievement

There were still such moments. As a child, my friend and I used to catch meznyak horses in Kuchugur. People used to ask us what we were catching. So he answered them: skakunov-mezhnyakov. People didn't understand it right away, but then we explained that we were catching beetles.

They also caught all sorts of animals on the fountain. There's a granny who's been bothering us: "don't catch toads, they are healthy, they eat mosquitoes." We explained to her for a long time that we didn't catch toads, but beetles. And then I don't remember where she went.

In the fall, I removed moss with mushrooms. Two men passed by and said, " What's up, flies?". I say, "Moss and mushrooms." They: "Flies f...tsya?". I decided to answer: "Yes!". They went on to say something: "We have a scientist who has been studying flies for 20 years...", but I ignored them, and they went on.

In 2007, they decided to catch hawk moth on flowers. One grandfather passed by and asked: "Do you eat them?". We: "No, we collect them." He: "I thought you ate them."

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