Herodotus is no more.
At least he didn’t suffer Herod’s gruesome fate. He just simply stopped munching. We don’t know why.
This hasn’t been our year for butterflies.
And there are no signs of life from the caterpillar-husk we thought The Monster was pupating inside, nor any other indication that the ravenous worm-thing exists in any form.
Close Encounter of the Racklenake Kind
Her Blog May Be Green, But I’M the One with Envy
Feathered Friend Identified
The Whales Are on the Move
San Diego gardening is a quirky business