I am increasingly fond of Naomi West. The poor dear tried to talk to me last night after I had worked for fourteen hours and then taken my medicine (including temazepam, which sedates me ridiculously fast). By the time we had exchanged three sentences I had almost passed out, and had to excuse myself with indecent haste, and I'm sure she thought that I was being rude when actually I was just nearly asleep and pilled to the gills. However, to compensate here are two examples of her delightfully fresh way of looking at the natural world, both concerning a spider called Boris.
Also, as if we needed any excuse, here is a video clip of The Who performing the eponymous song that gave Boris his name, suitably enough from Texas 1975. (I have the bootleg DVD of the entire show, and it is smashing - well worth checking out....
So Boris has tonnes of bugs hitting his web tonight and he doesn't even know which to attack first. And there are these green ones that keep getting caught and then keep getting away. I am kneeling on a tall porch chair directly under the web to watch the activity. Presently Boris has a green bug he is frantically wrapping up. Right then I see a bug struggling to get free and Boris sees it too, because he drops the bug he has and runs for it. He picks up the struggling bug and starts to wrap it then suddenly, for whatever reason, he drops the bug and it comes falling toward my face. I fall off the porch chair to get away and the bug hits the floor. I don't know if he accidentally dropped it because the bug was so feisty or if he was throwing me a little offering since he had such an abundance tonight. (Probably the former.) LOL. It would have been amusing on video. I fell backward and almost took the chair with me.
If I had more friends that appreciate BUGS I wouldn't ... bug...you so much.