Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home; your house is on fire and your children are alone.
Remember bug collections? There used to be nothing more exciting than finding a fully intact cicada skeleton. And with as much time as was spent outdoors in the summer when you're a kid, you were always bound to find dead bugs lying around.
Speaking of which, I saw an awful lot of dead animals on my run this morning. Dead squirrels, turtles, frogs (that one really hurt), skunks and bunnies. It's almost like tapper went on a rampage avenging his wife's Rocky Raccoon incident. I'll have to investigate more into this mystery.
Oh, and incidentally, this is my mother's bug collection. Yes, you heard right. My mother collects and keeps bugs at our cottage on the work bench in the basement. I know. It blows my mind too.
365 Days (self portrait): Day 85