Oh to love in the woods. Where you never know what might be waiting for you when you come home from lunch.
Here I am today minding my own business, talking to my Momma on the cell phone and pulling into my garage.
I glance to my left at the other garage door.
Hmmmmm, that’s an odd place for a stick to just be hanging.
Look a bit closer.
MOTHER OF ALL THAT’S HOLY WHAT IS THAT?? That is not a stick.
It’s a BUG!
Bye Mom, I have to go and get my camera.
A walking stick bug, part of the family Phasmatodea.
Hey I watched Master and Commander! I know what a Phasmid is.
As I inch slowly closer to get a better picture. Oh creepy, creepy bug please do not move. Please do not make any threatening gestures. Please, oh please do not jump on me.
Despite the total shiverfest going on up and down my spine I can see that this is a seriously cool bug. Can you imagine the camouflage capabilities this thing has when in a tree or on a bush. You know what gave it away for me? Well despite the fact that it was hanging in the middle of my garage door.
The weird little head it has. There is no way those little pincher like protuberances look like anything that you would see at the end of a stick.
I am observant like that.
Not exactly sure where the eyes are on this thing…..and I wasn’t going any closer to try and find out that is for darn sure.
Look Mildred! A bug butt.
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Just think of it as being in training for the county fair coming up in a month or so. You know I can’t resist all the animal butts over there. And really, I am only speculating that this is his posterior. It could very well be his head.
I have absolutely no idea.
Sorry. Digression. Where was I?
He truly embodies the term…Stick Legs.
I really don’t know if it is a He or a She. And I am not going to check on that either. Some dignity must be maintained around here.
Now I am going to stay in the house and hide until he/she goes back into the trees.
I need more coffee to calm my nerves.
And maybe some chocolate. Hey it worked for Harry Potter!