Mom and I left school a little early today and we washed two cars, planted potatoes, spread eleven wheel-barrow loads of bark chips and spread landscaping fabric over a good portion of the yard before it got dusky outside. In the middle of spreading chips about I glanced at the hood of my car and saw this little dude, just begging to be photographed. He looks just like a teeny tiny airplane. All of the sudden he popped some wings out of somewhere (I dunno where he was hiding them) and took off. Very cool. I wish that I could have become his friend and then I could magically shrink and we could go on wild flying adventures together, sort of like Heavymetal (without all the naughties) so I guess it would be more like Neverending story. Yes, just like that.
P.s. I’ll bake some cookies for whoever can tell me what kind of bug-man he is.
UPDATE: Little bugman has been identified as a Plume Moth. That’s what you get when you type “white t-shaped bug” into google. Thanks google, I wonder if that means I have to bake cookies for google.