The attitude of ordinary people to entomologists

I'll add something else.
This is something that the local population is more likely to put on what you do. Just don't get in the way.
And in Nepal, the locals we met tried their luck to get some money from us.
Here are three examples::
1. A teenager who suddenly emerged from the bushes scared off some yazykan (here, padlyuka!) and began to ask standard questions. We "talked" for 5 minutes, after which he asked: "Sir, would you like to give me some rupee?" What's Rupiah for? For his own questions? Gy-y-y, I had a facial expression like this smiley face I answered in Russian: "What rupees, man, from what fright?"
He understood the intonation.
2. Two old women carrying firewood saw me taking pictures of them and also said "one hundred rupees."
3. Near Sarangkot, about seven children from 6 to 10 years old were running around us, but they didn't bother us much, after a while a crowd of 10-15 local teenagers of 16-17 years old gathered behind us. They looked curiously at the swings of the net, and at the first successful swing, when I was already pulling a butterfly out of the net, I heard a timid "one hundred rupees". A timid request went unsatisfied, of course.
Probably, at the sight of a tourist, local peasants say the cherished memorized phrase "one hundred rupees", maybe they will be lucky.

You should have organized a collection of insects by the local population, like Darrell's would have given you one!

You should have organized a collection of insects by the local population, like Darrell's would have given you one!

It was only later, in Kathmandu, that I realized that I could hire local kids to collect beetles for Rs. Although, half of the beetles from them would probably be badly damaged, and half would be cockroaches from the houses.
I wonder if such a number would have passed or not.

Well, something suitable would be, I think.

after the second bottle, they would understand very clearly that they would only get rupiahs for the whole material.. We must teach the people!

We must teach the people!

A bottle on the head?

"Hello, everyone. This is my first time here. I haven't read the messages yet.
I am now at the moment a friend rolls up a terrible scandal of jealousy about my unwillingness to put up with the entomological vacuum...
- hiking, and especially communicating with my brothers in mind on the Internet, in which I am still a teapot.
"I've always told my women that insects will always come first.

"Hello, everyone. This is my first time here. I haven't read the messages yet.
I am now at the moment a friend rolls up a terrible scandal of jealousy about my unwillingness to put up with the entomological vacuum...
- hiking, and especially communicating with my brothers in mind on the Internet, in which I am still a teapot.
"I've always told my women that insects will always come first.

Oh!As I understand you!he himself lived like this for three years,it's good that they still put a little stick in the kales.register and welcome to our world!

I just remembered - as my former mother-in-law once told me - that "A spider is a harmful insect"...
- also, - when I put a young spindle lizard (naturally legless)in the mushrooms I brought her for fun, "and she took it for a worm without looking at it , and asked me to throw it away!"
- Or even Pearl: - my two-year-old daughter once walking in the park, asked for a big ... - and here, zhnachit, - sitting on the lawn on her heels, - suddenly blows up, and falling on her hands shouts: - You can not!!!... - I run up , - and I see a rider trying to put an ovipositor in a writhing caterpillar!...
- And now (I have not lived with my wife for 11 years), when my daughter agrees to go "to nature" with me, - she tells me herself, - that "The spider is a "harmful insect"!!!...
- And I also remembered - how she ate mint leaf eaters at the age of 3, -!!! - "Because they are beautiful"!!!
"And my mother calls insects scum.".. - Well, these are already Bender phraseological units!..

Take it easy with expressions, especially in relation to other nationalities

This post was edited by Bolivar - 12.08.2008 02: 05

- Once with a friend we were on an expedition in the area of the Kuma River, which flows in that place along the border of Kalmykia and Dagestan. We go, so with nets, we notice a runner. I take it gently by the tail, then by the head, and lift it up to examine it. Suddenly I hear terrible mats; a gas truck almost crashes into us, driven by a fat Kalmyk, who points a rifle at us and demands that we lie down on the ground...
It turns out that he is the head of a railway section; and a team of private snake catchers works for him, supplying him with snakes, the venom of which he rents to the Americans who have arrived for a lot of money. And he took us for herpetologists, who are direct competitors to his business.
"Imagine how hard it was to explain to this freak at gunpoint that we were entomologists!!! - And he stubbornly refused to understand it and believe it!

Oh, how people passing by looked today, especially the waitresses, who stared with bewilderment and disgust at the open boxes with beetles and butterflies As they left, our laughter could be heard

And recently we went with N. B. Niktisky to the Moscow region. Nikolai Borisovich mowed down the animals, and since we were late, he decided to spit on everyone and start sorting out the mowing in the train...
The woman opposite whom we sat for 15 minutes stared in horror at the dismantled net, from which bedbugs and grasshoppers crawled, without taking her eyes off, and then finally came to her senses and went to the other end of the car.
The women in the next seats were also not happy, and said, " maybe you'll do it somewhere else, otherwise it's all jumping on us."
Then Omar asked Nikitsky to stop, put it in a bag and continue at home, to which he again began to mutter under his breath " Yes, what is it, I have a departure, I have to sort out the fees, and then suddenly there is a new one here the view is for the Moscow region, I don't have time, I have a job, and they will be patient.". Something like that In general, the situation is funny

- Once we were traveling with a friend in a reserved seat from Khosta. We caught scorpions. The friend began showing them to the other passengers in the compartment, embellishing their poisonous abilities. Everyone listened with their mouths hanging open. Then, when he got tired of it, he went for a smoke. He returns half an hour later, reaches into his backpack for a napkin to wipe his glasses, and finds, cursing loudly, that the box is open and there are no scorpions in it.
"I can't describe what started in the train!".. In short, they didn't drop us off just because we promised to immediately catch all the scorpions for "the smell of the attracant that attracts them.".. - My missing box with the same scorpions helped, and forced artistry + sleight of hand. - It's a good thing that there were one and a half times more scorpions in it...

It was only later, in Kathmandu, that I realized that I could hire local kids to collect beetles for Rs. Although, half of the beetles from them would probably be badly damaged, and half would be cockroaches from the houses.
I wonder if such a number would have passed or not.

Well, only in Kathmandu. As soon as you made it clear that you were paying for insects, it would become clear that you weren't a "scientist" type of person . They would have hit me quickly.
Classic theme: so two of our friends were deported from China - while they were caught, everything was fine. They began to pay, and on the second day they were taken to the police.
Just say "thank you" and that's enough. You can give me candy.

In my opinion, the public should not be paid for the material at all (except in places where commercial collection is ALREADY established) . The fact is that this creates in their rather primitive minds a bunch of three types: Pays - costs - sells - gets rich-REPTILES! - charge!"if it doesn't work, we'll hit it!"
The whole of Central Asia is based on this. By the way, Kyrgyzstan is largely due to the efforts of Mr. Toropov.

Well, only in Kathmandu. As soon as you made it clear that you were paying for insects, it would become clear that you weren't a "scientist" type of person . They would have hit me quickly.
Classic theme: so two of our friends were deported from China - while they were caught, everything was fine. They began to pay, and on the second day they were taken to the police.
Just say "thank you" and that's enough. You can give me candy.

I was just warned not to mention that we are 'scientists'in any way. So, just a tourist, look, but take a picture. And in alcohol I collect-so, souvenirs for memory and friends. In Thailand, the logic is (as I was told): tourist - 'you are welcome', professional-pay for everything!

I forgot, from another source about Thailand:
you can shoot everything/almost everything on video, but as soon as the locals see the professional equipment deployed for filming, people will soon appear who will ask for permission to shoot.

- Once I was squatting on the slope of Goryachaya Mountain in the resort area of Pyatigorsk-photographing a dark green small barbel in the grass... A family of Muscovites passes by; - and the guy, pointing at me, says, - "100% - either a drug addict, or an onanist..." - And the sawyere, the infection is not like he didn't want to pose... - In short, they were "poor" ...

- We have a very large fly larva in Pyatigorsk, in the "Bestyzhikh baths" (I would very much like to identify it from the imago-photogafia, but I don't know how to insert it on the site yet), which feeds on thermophilic single-celled blue-green algae; So: - the local "knowledgeable" people are wildly afraid of it, considering and taking it for A leech!!!
- And boronzovok, everyone persistently calls May beetles...

- Yesterday to me scandal of jealousy was rolled up, - having considered that I on this forum am looking for myself entomologinyu... - It's a shame, - yes!?.. - Although what the hell is not joking...

- I remember once a janitor's assistant brought me from the Novosibirsk region, where she went to visit relatives, - about 30 poplar buntings... - which she caught with a T-shirt in her yard in a puddle; (it's a good thing I killed them in the freezer at least) then drove them in a big cardboard box in a wheelbarrow to the station... In short, I already got the constructor... - But after trying hard , I straightened them all out, glued them together and sold them in frames under glass for$ 6 apiece.

And my husband doesn't seem to mind insects... but it doesn't do any good.
Somehow I persuaded them to go to the training camp together...less than 15 minutes later,the allergy started...snots..tears.. And even as the nagovarialal, that he and on dry collections apparently allergic.. and it turned out to be me))
Oh, it's a pity that my husband is not an entomologist, and what I was thinking)

That's for sure-who will be lucky. My husband called today from a business trip, asking in which biotopes and how many traps to put. I can't imagine what would have happened without his support.

- I remember once in my childhood I arranged a sweepstake for the guys - cockroach races!... - I built a racetrack-an overpass with individual parallel tracks (all under glass) - and bought a bicycle for myself on commission only... - It all ended with the children's police room...
- And already in the sixth grade, he took girls to cafes with money won at spider fights... Then I was expelled from school, because the parents of the first-graders, whose children stole money at home for betting and gambling, put a straight face on the teachers ' council, accusing me of extortion, bourgeois intrigues, provocations and unearned income. I was lucky then that my grandfather then worked as a direktor at a nearby school and taught chemistry and biology...

- - And boronzovok, everyone persistently calls May beetles...

Here, in central Russia, in particular, in the Yaroslavl region, bronzebirds are called dung beetles, stubbornly not wanting to notice them on flowers, but "observantly" noting that these golden beetles can be found in compost heaps. It affects the mass stay of the population in their free time in vegetable gardens, called for some reason "dachas". At the same time, most people do not see any connection between fat white "worms" and beetles that are simultaneously found in compost (this applies to both bronzes and rhinos).

- But after trying hard , I straightened them all out, glued them together and sold them in frames under glass for$ 6 apiece.
- I remember once in my childhood I arranged a sweepstake for the guys - cockroach races!... - I built a racetrack-an overpass with individual parallel tracks (all under glass) - and bought a bicycle for myself on commission only...
- And already in the sixth grade, he took girls to cafes with money won at spider fights...

Yes, my dear, you are a merchant of entomology!!!

Well, since you have developed a commercial spirit, I can offer you another money venture - running the fair sex from cockroaches on your commission bikes.

Well, since you have developed a commercial spirit, I can offer you another money venture - running the fair sex from cockroaches on your commission bikes.
"Don't mock me! - once, when I was selling butterflies in frames (at cheap prices by the way) - one girl frothed at the sight of my souvenirs!!!
- And mostly, when my clients (I currently receive some income from selling author's images of wildlife and insects in particular, - on disks), especially decent women, see images of our six-legged neighbors on the planet-they simply recoil in horror!!!
But as a matter of principle, I continue to promote this unknown and unprecedented side of life to the population of the Russian Federation.

I was just warned not to mention that we are 'scientists'in any way. So, just a tourist, look, but take a picture. And in alcohol I collect-so, souvenirs for memory and friends. In Thailand, the logic is (as I was told): tourist - 'you are welcome', professional-pay for everything!

I agree. Only it's bad to be almost anything for the local population..
1. It's bad to be a commercial collector - they are all rich and have a lot of money, and they sell out the nature of their homeland
2. It's bad to be a scientist- " why are you describing our nature? where's the permit?"
3. It's bad to be just a white tourist jerk.- what are you doing here/ pay the money.
Naturally, the attitude towards the above-mentioned collectors varies from place to place. Some don't like scientists, some don't like hunters.
The best thing, in my experience, is to be an imbecile tourist among numerous tourists, from time to time disappearing unnoticed for fishing...In Nepal, by the way, this is easy - it's full of trackers. Unless, of course . do not shine the lamp for 100 km around..
I can quite understand the local people - we here in Russia knock lazily and reluctantly - out of dislike for the authorities, but not everyone is like that...
And imagine that at the station next to your house, three Negroes with nets are jumping across the clearing! So I want to influence...
( By the way, he himself did this in the Flax region, only not Negroes, but Japanese-he approached them for fun, made a stern face, asked what they were doing. They quarreled, almost to the point of a heart attack. Hurray!!!! the first compensation for years of humiliation and partisanship!).

watch your language!

This post was edited by Bolivar - 12.08.2008 02: 17

  
And imagine that at the station next to your house, three Negroes with nets are jumping across the clearing! So I want to influence...

- yes... - "Double standards"...
- And I, for example, am offended to tears-when their own native Russian firefighters at our KMV on the Borgustan ridge deliberately burn a grassy slope with mountain and meadow vegetation "In order to protect the neighboring forest from the possibility of fire being thrown there from the steppe area during an intentional or accidental arson"
- Naturally, after that there is simply nothing to do with a net for 2-3 years.

- Now I remembered: - when we have at the KMV me or my comrades, bearded volsaty, in windbreakers, with nets, returning home after a hike, the cops are slowed down..., - it is only necessary to show the fees, - they shy away as if from lepers.

I agree. Only it's bad to be almost anything for the local population..

3. It's bad to be just a white tourist jerk.- what are you doing here/ pay the money.

In Southeast Asia, I did not feel this - the population is rather friendly. Well, God himself ordered to take money from the "big white man". I remember with me 2 $ auto rickshaw stripped-then I was put on the view for a long time that it was because of such suckers that prices were rising.

Only they do it politely, and we have a rare rudeness. It was me who remembered talking to taxi drivers in Moscow.

This post was edited by Bolivar - 12.08.2008 02: 27

Hmm ... let me return the conversation to the topic of this forum...
So I finally decided to write about the relationship to my entomologist brother in our area. In the Rostov steppes on the border with Kalmykia, quite a lot of people from the Caucasus live. Mostly Dargins and Chechens. They graze sheep there. All the people I've met are the nicest people. But they are terribly hungry, because they have nothing to do there, and often come to "chat". They treat biologists with great respect, but sometimes they don't understand what we do. Well, we happened to spend the night in a family of Dargins (and as it turned out, this family, according to another family with which my friend was familiar, knew about us). How we were given Nogai tea is a different story. But the most funny thing was when they told us about snakes (apparently runners), which they call "the deep snake"
Another story from the same area. We walked along the road between the two farms, because there were a lot of pieces of asphalt lying around it, under which all sorts of animals hide. And here goes pazik with local, from afar you can see that the curtains on the windows are drawn. As they approach us, all the curtains open, and when the bus passed us, all the people sitting on the bus leaned against the windows and stared at us
And in another case there was when we went to the Millerovsky district. We went through the farm to the river bank to stand there with a tent. You know, with backpacks, etc. And we decided to buy tomatoes and cucumbers from local residents. We asked the grannies where we could do it, and they pointed us to the yard. We talked to the hostess. She said "Right now" and disappeared for 10 minutes. After that, she gave us two huge bags of tomatoes, cucumbers and kachan cabbage. When we asked "How much do we charge?" she replied: "You are travelers, take it for your health" Well, moving away from the farm, we found a children's camp there, where we eventually stopped (the vegetables received in the farm were handed over to the kitchen). And the next day, the cute kids vacationing there wrote one hurtful word on our window... and then we told them more about insects and birds...

  
So I finally decided to write about the relationship to my entomologist brother in our area.

"It's all so painfully familiar."... - it is not for nothing that my region and your region border.

Dyk has his own brother in the local KGB.Mafia.

Well, well... It is a pity that the state is different. Otherwise, I would be very happy to deal with a fair solution to this issue...

Yesterday I was sitting in an Internet dealership; on the right, a 10-year-old boy is playing Bull in the subway...
- And what do you look at these flies!?
"Why are you looking at this basement?"
"It's a game!
- And this is science! - so think-which is cooler!
- Koneshno game!
"I didn't doubt it...

Once we went to the yellow sea in China. There was a round-the-clock cafe where we ate more than once at night... Once they disappeared to a local chef for collecting large moths (by the way, the chef is from Russia). So the next day at breakfast she presents me with saturnia selena..... pinned down by a FLY SWATTER!!! I have never seen such barbarism before, although the person sincerely tried to help. And before leaving, I gave you a pair of large hawkmoth impaled on toothpicks in the abdomen!!! .... eh...what entomologist died in it))))

People are very different. there are of course with the attitude of "assholes, they dig in beetles, it would be better to do serious business", but there are others. In 2001, we went to the South Kazakhstan region for spiders and locusts (we conducted projects on locusts and spider poisons), stopped almost at the border with Uzbekistan. We stayed with a local shepherd. At first, he could not understand why serious people from Alma Ata collect all sorts of beetles. In the evening, as usual, we sat over a bottle (the owner drank undiluted alcohol - this picture is still before our eyes -), understanding reached a certain limit. -). In the morning, he dug up a pair of gorgeous Eresus niger females, brought us a bunch of Stegodyfus lineatus spiders, and showed us a place where interesting straight - winged animals like Tropidopola turanica and Glyphonotus thoracius were found, as well as a locust nest that we hadn't been able to find before. He tried to feed and water us at his own expense, but of course it was not convenient for us, they dragged some things from the store, and in return he asked only for one thing-communication. In the evening of the second day, he filled up a turkey for us and arranged a pilaf. Of course, it is clear that a person lives separately, information hunger and all that, but this alone cannot explain such a good attitude. I still remember Uncle Misha (as he told me to call himself) with the best feelings. At the end, he also joked about his younger son, who was tanned to the point of blackness, who was running around the yard and also tried to help us in every possible way: "There's Eresus niger running, also take it away" Here is such a shepherd-philistine-.

It is interesting, but what does this have to do with money? Churkin ? The topic is about ordinary people.

No, I don't understand.....

Let's go back to the townsfolk.
It was a few years ago in the country. By that time, I had already become known as a local "pest fighter".
End of summer. Mushroom season. Early Saturday morning. Light fog. Summer residents moved into the forest with baskets, I reached for the lanterns around the perimeter of the summer association. I met a neighbor and showed him a copy of the blue ribbon. The neighbor did not want to believe that such a large butterfly is found in the Moscow region, and even in not the warmest time.
To the question " well, where did it come from in your opinion?" the neighbor replied that I had brought it myself "from somewhere."
Such ignorance and disbelief is downright annoying.

Oh, and one more thing. There aren't enough butterflies at all this year. Another neighbor at the dacha a week ago, when he found out that I was in Nepal, said to me: "There are not enough butterflies flying this year, you probably caught them all last year, and that's probably why you went to Nepal, because there are not enough here."
Butterflies are not enough for him. Well, at least, observant.