I grew up in New Orleans. I know the gifts of food, jobs, nature and family the Gulf of Mexico has provided her people. And now our nation, its people and our government just ignore the unfixable destruction laid upon a unique part of America. My heirs will never know about gulf shrimp, oysters, white alligators, blue fin tuna, sea turtles and crawfish. They will never see a flock of white pelicans landing on the lake at sunset. They will never see the shrimp boats coming into port after a long night of trawling, heavy with a good haul. I am disheartened and sad that my culture and heritage are dying with each passing day. The Gulf is being killed by greed, sloth and fear. She is being killed by the United States and nobody seems to give a damn.
I happened to find this huge black beetle pondering across my neighbors basement floor. She almost weighed as much as a full spool of quilting thread and was the size of the palm of my hand. She is a black rain beetle and is a rare find indeed. They take 13 years to mature and both sexes emerge just before rain and fall to mate then burrow underground again. The female does not fly only the male, so that was why she was walking in the basement. She was the neatest bug I have found yet. I set her outside to find a mate in the woods.