A butterfly came to visit my garden tonight. Itʼs called a common buckeye, but to me itʼs most uncommon, because I donʼt get very many butterflies.
Common name
Tuesday, October 18th, 2022 Alive 18,802 days
Om nom nom nom
Sunday, June 19th, 2022 Alive 18,681 days
I decided to see why the holes in my Swiss cheese plant are so much larger than they should be, and found this little guy curled up in the garden.
I guess I should squish him or spray him or something. But I think Iʼll just let him have the plant. I can grow another. And the world needs butterflies more than I need yet another plant. Plus, birds gotta eat, too!
I shall call him “Herman.”
Itʼs the Fuller Brush bug
Monday, April 18th, 2022 Alive 18,619 days
Ever meet someone who would not take “no” for an answer? Ever meet a bug like that?
This hairy fellow would not leave me alone. I could have squashed him easily enough, but the birds gotta eat, too. So I just kept moving him to other parts of the picnic table. And every time I did, heʼd come right back and try to read my book with me.


Buggy bedsit
Saturday, February 19th, 2022 Alive 18,561 days
There are more creatures living in this eight-ounce, two-day-old mud puddle than in my entire seventeen-story apartment building.
Nature finds a way.
Darkeness is next
Friday, July 26th, 2019 Alive 17,622 days
Every once in a while Las Vegas is invaded by locusts.
There were 37 on the door when I got to work yesterday. Plus eleven more in the lunch room and nine in the hall.
Imagine that. A plague of locusts descending on a city of sinners in the desert. Sounds appropriately Biblical.