What a weather...

It's like a picture from climate change documentaries. For years people have been warning of a changing climate which can start bringing weather extremes.

Today, Invercargill is basking in nearly 30-degree heat after a long spell of dry weather. In Hanmer Springs, I heard, it was 36 degrees by two o'clock already. All across Southland official drought has been declared because the ground is just dry. Dry.

However, tomorrow it will start turning cloudy. By Thursday it's expected that a very heavy rain will come with a tropical cyclone, bringing lots of water in a very short time. Off scorched ground (like we have at the moment) the water will probably run off very quickly, causing flooding around rivers, so the councils are preparing for flooding. After that, however, the meteorologists are warning that no major rain can be seen for weeks.

Welcome to summer of 2018. Spectacular, absolutely spectacular!

Caterpillar genocide awaits. I think.

For a couple of days now I've noticed monarch butterflies  fluttering about our back yard. I haven't yet checked, but I guess it means they've found a swan plant growing in our yard, and are planning to lay eggs on it.

I'm... curious to see where it'll lead, because:

1) we only have one swan plant. You might want to read this funny article to see what happens when there's only one plant ;)

2) There's a healthy population of wasps living nearby. I know this because I've seen wasps fly into our back yard, check The Dog's poop (if there is any) for flies and when there are flies, wasps fight them, sting them and then carry them away alive, to feed their own young wherever their nest is. Given that wasps apparently eat monarch butterfly larvae also, then I can only assume the kind of genocide we'll witness once the larvae hatch.

3) I don't think the swan plant is nearly enough grown to feed caterpillars, so... starvation awaits, I guess, if there really are butterflies laying their eggs there now.

Either way, yeah, to use Thomas Hobbes' words: in nature the life is brutish and short, so I guess we'll just watch the swan plant as a learning lesson and... the birds will eat the dead caterpillars, I'm sure.