Mutterings & musings from the manically morphing mind of an estrogen deficient, menopausal, modern matriarch.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
What the bug?
This magnificent indigenous creature totally mezmermized me. The carapace screamed ancient Greek pottery. I looked at it from this angle and that. In my zeal for the best photo possible, backed into a small Prickly Pear - a small portent of a much more sinister cactus encounter to come.
I spent the best part of an hour desperately pulling at the tiny little puff balls of spicky misery.
All the while, the bug continued to sit in the morning sun, looking so fine ...