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Jim Hightower
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Published: Monday 26 December 2011
“A benevolent and delightful creature, it’s beloved by everyone from children to farmers.”

Three Cheers for the Nine-Spotted Ladybug

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Great news, people! A colony of nine-spotted ladybugs has been discovered in Amagansett, New York.

This uplifting story is a rich organic mixture of state pride and nature's resilience, along with America's scientific pluck, teamwork, serendipity, and bug love. In today's hard times, we need this.

Let's start with the bug. This ladybug is the classic Coccinellidae beetle, with exactly nine black spots on its red back.

A benevolent and delightful creature, it's beloved by everyone from children to farmers — so beloved that it became New York State's official insect. Sadly (and somewhat embarrassingly), however, this critter had vanished entirely from the state that honored it, with the last recorded sighting in New York 29 years ago. Apparently a victim of competition from imported Asian and European ladybug species, as well as pesticides and habitat loss, only 90 of the native nine-spotteds have been seen in all of North America in the past decade.

But since 2000, a team of diligent Cornell University entomologists and volunteers has kept up the search through Cornell's Lost Ladybug Project. The searchers persisted, even when New York's legislators tried in 2006 to abandon the bug that seemingly had abandoned their state. Luckily, though, legislative inertia killed that effort to replace the state insect, and the Ladybug Project kept faith and kept looking.

Then, this summer, lo and behold, a volunteer spotted one sitting pretty as you please in a patch of sunflowers on an organic farm in Amagansett. About 20 more were subsequently found on the farm amidst rows of carrots, beans, and flowers — enough for the project to establish a reproducing colony, while also building confidence that more will be discovered.

To keep up with this bit of good bug news, go to www.lostladybug.org.



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ABOUT Jim Hightower
National radio commentator, writer, public speaker, and author of the book, Swim Against The Current: Even A Dead Fish Can Go With The Flow, Jim Hightower has spent three decades battling the Powers That Be on behalf of the Powers That Ought To Be - consumers, working families, environmentalists, small businesses, and just-plain-folks.

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7 comments on "Three Cheers for the Nine-Spotted Ladybug"

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I can't hear anything over the sound of how aewomse this article is.

Probably they got them all but one. :(

My idea of a feel good story is the typical Jim Hightower commentary that shows the true colors of the people running for office. You hear them speaking on TV and if they can keep a straight face for thirty seconds they're pretty inscrutable. But after a listening to a few of Jim's commentaries, they might as well be wearing their under garments. Are you kidding me?

They said I couldn't handle the truth, and I admit, I laughed pretty hard, but I survived.

Thanks Jim.

Be real, be sober.

M Munn

December 26, 2011 7:25pm

probably Japanese beetles - an import

bobjay

December 26, 2011 5:46pm

Yessir, and three cheers for Bro' Hightower for bringing this happy development to our attention. Before my knee went out--I'll have it replaced soon--I was teeing it up three days a week at Browns Mill, maybe the finest muni golf you'll find anywhere in Georgia. Besides the splendid greens and wide, duffer-friendly fairways, the best thing about this southside Atlanta course was the abundance of wildlife, especially birds. Over the years, I got up-close views of great blue herons, green herons, kingfishers, plovers, kingbirds, pheobes, red-headed woodpeckers, redtailed and redshouldered hawks, the occasional owl, plump does, a family of black coyotes and one--just one--marsh ibis blithely ignoring me as he circled the 10th green, dipping his big beak in the ground all around the perimeter of the green. And there was one unforgettable morning when red ladybugs with I don't know how many spots landing by the hundreds on our arms and windbreakers as we stepped up to some, but not all, of the tee boxes on the front nine, which borders an old, overgrown old drainage ditch. Gently as we could, we'd nudge them off with the edges of our palms, all the while exclaiming about this uncommon visitation and the wonder of yet-another gloriosky morning in the city. bob johnsonsmyrna ga