I saw my first preying mantis of the season earlier in the week, a medium-sized one hunting annoying insects on the wall of my house. No time for photo but I wished it happy hunting. They'll give you a nice little nip if bothered but they do good work.
Last week, another katydid leafed her way onto the porch, possibly looking for an egg-laying spot: It's a cricket in a party dress! --And with the good sense, I might add, to stay out of my basement. Would that her musical relatives did the same.
But the capper is this late-riser -- say you were a cicada; say you kept hitting the snooze alarm ("Plenty to do down here underground, lots of good grub, why go up?") until one day, one fine day the urge became overwhelming and by golly, you dropped whatever interesting bit of mucking about in the mud you were up to, dug up to the brilliant, blinding sunlight and then climbed and climbed madly up the very first climbable thing you came to, all kind of itchy with the urge to sprout wings and start yellin'. --Seemed kinda flimsy -- but it was too late, your skin was already startin' to stiffen up, so you grabbed and held on for all you were worth-- --Onto a chive stem. I hate to imagine how climbing out of its own skin went for the critter but I'm picturing a kind of Buster Keaton scene. (That image blows up pretty well, and is shrunk a bit from the original. Not bad for hand-held).
One Evening On Kansas II
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