Tuesday, January 25, 2011
one egg on a fuzzy schizocarp
I've gone poetic in the past about lacewing eggs. They appear delicate, tenuous, ethereal. But in reality the stalk they rest upon is exceptionally resilient and while this egg itself may fall prey to various fates, eggs, and more importantly their contents, continue to prevail in sufficient quantities to prolong the existence of lacewings. An individual egg as seen here stands alone like a punctuation mark, an embellishment on the mother lacewing's statement about life.
This egg is attached to the dried schizocarp of Pavonia praemorsa, full of seeds that may or may not ever sprout.