Riding on the back of that poor little Katydid like some sort of sadistic cowboy while it hopped around and they were sort of short-flight hopping together and then that katydid just flopped over as if it was dead. It might have been dead. I do not know. So I started swatting at the wasp thing with my weeding trowel which was ridiculous. "Get out of here, you Katydid killer," and so forth and the wasp thing didn't even bother to pretend to be scared of me but he did pick up the katydid in his arms and flew up to the top of a tree with it. I saw the whole thing.
I was like, "Am I seeing this?" Nature is a strange, cruel bitch, y'all. Then in a little while the wasp thing brought the katydid back down and I presume and assume that it 's going to tuck it into that hole he dug and I can't figure out what sort of a bug it was and I didn't take a picture.
Boy. That was weird.
So after all of that I stopped weeding and dumped my weeds and then I came in the house and did the laundry and washed dishes and then I took a shower and laid down on the bed but the dogs barked and the phone rang and it was a highly unsatisfying nap and when I got up, my hair still soaking wet from sweat and wild like Medusa, I found Mr. Moon and a friend watching the FSU game (I guess), drinking beer and eating up all the smoked mullet dip I made last night and I felt like, This is not my beautiful life.
But I guess it is.