Frankly Speaking: Idiosyncrasy, thy name is me
Whenever a wayward insect, beetle, or any creepy-crawly creature crosses in front of me, I now take great pains to step around it. Many years ago, I squashed a beetle on my front sidewalk, and spent many agonizing days picturing a dinner table in Benny Beetle’s tiny cavern dining room deep beneath my Impatiens plantings. The Beetle family slowly gathers around the table to say grace, but before …
Published Jun 30, 2010.
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