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Tuesday, October 18th, 2022 Alive 18,802 days
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.