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This is a picture I took in a parking lot with my cameraphone. It's a melted sucker and an insect.
 One of the saddest things I've seen in a while. I was too late to save him, already stiff and dead, and what a death, so terrible. One unlucky hop.
I like to watch the grasshoppers hop; they're spring-loaded little guys and don't seem to premeditate where they're going, and where they land is often dictated by the breeze... which is kind of like ourselves, I think.
It's all a story best told over a glass of something. |