While a question mark butterfly mines the pores of my index finger for salt, a mosquito lands on my ring finger and sinks her own probe.
4 Comments
Comments are closed.
Previous Post: Previous Post
Next Post: Next Post
While a question mark butterfly mines the pores of my index finger for salt, a mosquito lands on my ring finger and sinks her own probe.
Comments are closed.
Permalink
Permalink
Easily the best thing that happened to me today. I was out doing some survey work on a lake last week and had a similar experience with Red Saddlebags dragonflies – at least the ones that weren’t mating. It’s a mind-changing experience when a bit of ephemeral beauty latches onto your nose. Thanks for the Caravan.
Permalink
Thanks for commenting. I’m glad this hit home.
Permalink