Your Monday Photo Shoot: Pretend you're a bug. Take a picture from that point of a view. You choose the bug: Fly, spider, bee, wasp, caterpillar, flea, a dung beetle which used to be Gregor Samsa, whatever. Just make sure you view the world from that point of view.
To those who are about to freak, I salute you.
Hi. I'm Gregory. Karen thinks I'm probably some kind of longhorn beetle, but I have no idea what humans call me. I haven't really thought about it much. Sunday night I was trapped in Karen's bathroom window. This is my story.
Here's where Karen found me. I got her attention by making noise, struggling in the tight spaces between the old blinds and the inner window pane. Then I had to rest. It scared me into immobility when Karen opened the window to help me get back outside. It didn't help that she kept blinding me with her flash pictures.
I tried several times to climb up the blinds, but I kept falling. It didn't accomplish anything, anyway.
This other corner of the window had the opening to the outside world - and a tissue Karen used to transport little ladybug-like cousins of mine out of her tub. I think the reason she didn't try to kill me, the biggest beetle she'd ever seen, was that she was feeling a little guilty about rinsing the tiny black beetles down the drain, a technique that recently replaced her micro-beetle rescue operations. I can't blame her for that. She's had a huge population of them this past week or two.
The tissue did me no good, of course, even when Karen used it to force me to the open end of the outer window. Even from here, I saw no obvious escape. I mean, what did she expect me to do, fly?
Ah. She opened the window a bit further. That's better.
Karen eventually left me alone, so I was able to recover from the scary human intrusion, trundle through the opening and crawl down the outside wall. Karen took this picture later to show what I saw - or would have, had I been there by daylight.
Let's not do this again sometime.