Assassin Bug? What's Next? Aren't Murder Palms Enough Already?

I was sitting here minding my own business about an hour ago when I felt something on the back of my hand. I looked down to see that bug. I was totally in the dark about what sort of a bug it was and if I'd ever seen one before, I don't remember. So of course I did a quick Google Lens search (I do a Google Lens search approximately ten times a day) and the results came up telling me that it was a Wheel Bug. 
Which I had never heard of. 
It's a variety of large Assassin bugs. That sounds ominous, does it not? I was told that the bugs are beneficial in the garden because they eat pests but to be careful not to threaten or handle them as they they can and will sting and the pain is worse than that of a bee or wasp sting. 
Well. Holy shit. 
So I got an old cottage cheese container and trapped it which was pretty easy. It appears to be slow moving. And then I took it out to the garden and put it by a tomato plant which I found a tomato on two days ago that had a very sizable hole in it. 
That particular Wheel Bug is not yet an adult because it doesn't have the wheel on its back that adults do. 

Looks more like part of a circular saw to me than a wheel but whatever. 
So that was interesting.

Sunday is May's birthday and as usual, I have no idea what to get as a birthday present. One of my biggest fears is that whatever I give to one of my dearest ones will not in any way be adequate to demonstrate the love I have for them. And really, that's just impossible so I don't know why I stress out so damn much. But isn't that my constant whine? 

After procrastinating all morning and into the early afternoon to avoid going to town, I finally decided I'd get her a gift certificate at a place that is very fun to shop in where, if you have a little fund to spend on something you probably wouldn't buy for yourself, it's not just a gift, it's an outing! Right? 
So okay. I go there. I do a very quick circle of the store to see if there's anything that I think she'd love so much that I might as well just buy that for her but I didn't although I saw lots of things she might enjoy owning and I did pick out a birthday card for her. So I got to the register and there was only one register open and when I told the guy I wanted a gift certificate he said, "I don't think we have those. I'm new here and am just sort of winging it but I don't think we do."
Because I am now an old woman I said, "I think you must." I have to tell you that I was pretty impressed with myself for saying that. Short, to the point. Rather haughty which is not something I generally aspire to be. And let me tell you that I was wearing a t-shirt with Frida Kahlo's face on it I'd bought many years ago at a Forever 21 and then cut the neck and sleeves out of along with a long black linen skirt. In other words, I was not at all haughty in what I was wearing and in fact, was probably completely inappropriate for a woman of my age but la-dee-fucking-dah. 
So then, flustered, he got on the whatever-system-it-is-to-ask-someone-a-question and he asked the question and then I waited and he waited and I could tell he was very uncomfortable and there were two other women behind me in line so I grew uncomfortable too. 
Finally, I said, let me just buy the card. And he apologized again but honestly, he did not get the training he needed and the person he had contacted did not respond and so it wasn't really his fault. 
Bless his heart. 
Anyway, that was the way that went. 

All was not in vain though, as I did get the birthday card and I also bought myself some lunch. It was a place where you order at the counter and they ask your name so they can alert you when your order is up. I told the girl who was very young and so freshly human and who had a face full of silver studs and tiny hoops in her face but they were all very small and quite tasteful, that my name was Mary. 
"That's my name!" she said. 
I told her that was a pretty unusual name these days but she said that no, she knows four other Mary's. "As long as there's Catholics, there'll be Marys!" she said cheerfully. 
I was wearing one of my favorite Virgin of Guadalupe (she's my girl!) pendants on a silver chain. 

The other, young Mary told me she liked it and I told her that I have a special affection for this particular virgin and have many different pieces of jewelry with her image on them. 
"Me too!" she crowed. "I even got some in Mexico!"
"Me too!" I said. 

I have got to start taking pictures of these people I meet randomly and tell stories about. I will, of course, ask their permission. 

Mr. Moon texted me at four this afternoon to tell me that they were safely back to the marina and that it had been a great day. "And now the work begins," he said, and I know how that goes. If it's a good day there are fish to clean and the boat always has to be cleaned, top to bottom, inside and out. So I have no real idea when he'll be home. I do know he'll be tired.
In a good way. 

I've got the clean sheets on the bed. I have made myself a tiny martini, unlike the ones he makes which are generous, to say the least. 

I have not seen Hawk this evening. Maurice and I just had a little chat which was enjoyable. Actually, it was more like an interview. I asked her questions and gave her time to reply which she did, every time, with a "Mewt!" or sometimes a "Mewt, Mewt!" The questions were things like, "Do you love me?" and "Do you love Daddy?" She hesitated a moment on that one. I also asked her if she knows I love her and she said she did. 
I should start recording these exchanges. People make a fortune on Tik-Tok with their own cat videos. 
As I'm sure I would if I only cared to try. 

I'm still reading the Rolling Stones biography and I'm still not in love. It's just...dry. Like, the author will talk about how Anita Pallenberg left Brian Jones for Keith Richards due to things like domestic abuse and drugs and so forth but that cannot possibly compare to Keith's own description of the way they actually got together after flirting around with each other for a long time. Shall we say that Anita made her move in the back of a car in such a way that Keith was left in no doubt of her intent? 
And the author will say that they all went to Morocco but he does not go into any detail whatsoever about what went on in Morocco which is the point of the entire story. 
Eh. It's like comparing apples to oranges. Not the same sort of book at all. 

Here's a magnolia.

I left this one to live out its short life on its mama tree. There are more blooms coming on. 

Mr. Moon just texted me that he is now on his way home and I will see him in about one hour and twenty minutes. 

And I'm sure I will. His word is good. And so is he. 

Tomorrow, if at all possible, I swear I am going to weed in the garden. It is driving me crazy to see all the weeds spring up. Gah! And I will mulch! I will weed and I will mulch! 
And I will pick beans. 

Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon