Saturday, September 13, 2008

Cycle of life

This morning I was crouching down near some plants, cleaning out the dead pine needles. I saw what was probably the green bug from before. It was dead. It was hanging from its front legs, tied by some sort of web, swinging in the breeze.

It looked like some poor Guantanamo Bay detainee about to be subjected to "enhanced interrogation techniques." (But no torture...of course we don't use torture.)

Or maybe there is a gang war going on with the bugs. This bug strayed a little too far into the enemy's territory and they had to make a grotesque example of him.

Or maybe that's just the way it goes - one day you are bright green and hopping around and the next day...

1 comment:

Bethany said...

aw, poor bug. how lucky you captured him when he was green and happy. now he lives on.