a possibly daily look at my adventures with pie, now extending into my 58th year
Thursday, August 30, 2012
The insects and arachnids have been active lately. It is fall, the time to procreate and die for many species. Most of the spiders in their zigzag webs have died, and the ones that haven't are slowing down. I interrupted this grasshopper as it was fattening itself up; his indignation is justified. I hope that the reflecting in which I have been immersed does not mean I have entered the autumn of my years. I don't want to have to grow up just yet.