I love how Gary stops to enjoy the world around him. Sometimes I may not quite agree with it, like when he found a huge Orb Weaving Spider on the back of our patio chair recently and instead of killing it, he placed it gingerly in our flower bed. You who know my fear of spiders will also know that I am now avoiding that flower bed, or am stalking around it carefully like an NCIS agent at a crime scene.
I wasn’t at all surprised this past Sunday afternoon to walk out in our garage and find a Cicada, a poor dead Cicada, laying on Gary’s work bench. I knew that Gary had placed it there for me and for Aaron to see. I didn’t even have to ask. I paused to look at it, which prompted Gary to tell me about the Praying Mantis he had rescued from…
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