It's a good life.
The wheel bug as victim isn't quite so disturbing as Robert Frost's poem, "Design."" . . .what brought that kindred spider to that height - Then steered the white mothe thither in the night? . . "Such interesting pictures.
I love to see a wheel bug buying the farm. They really hurt.
Cathy,Funny you should mention Frost. I found myself walking around all day Friday with "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..." on my mind.FC,Yep, any of those critters with piercing mouth parts hurt like crazy.
I am a bit of a Robert Frost fan and actually am the lucky recipient of the third place award in the 12th annual Robert Frost contest. They invite the winners to go to the festival in April and read their poems next spring. I love wandering though a woods, but standing before a crowd has me just a titch conecerned. Poor me :0)
I have been bitten by one of them long ago
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