Today was a buggy kind of day. During soccer practice, a nice big grasshopper landed on my arm. Cool. Tonight, when I took out the trash, a pair of B-52 roaches were mating on my stairs. Not cool. This is not the happy couple, but just an internet picture. But it could have been worse. They could've gotten a room inside our house. They were committed too. I knocked them off the stairs and they stayed coupled.
Sorry, but they would have been awaiting reincarnation if I had happened upon them. Where there are two, there are thousands
I did not take a picture of the happy couple, but an internet picture. I don't take roach porn. Nor did I take of the pretty grasshopper. The soccer girls have a hard enough time paying attention without getting involved with the grasshopper. So when the little monkey saw him and said, "Oooh..." a bunch of them looked over and I promptly sent him on his way. It was the second time within about a year that a grasshopper landed on me under that tree. And once it was a large praying mantis.
