over at the Pioneer Woman today, and I noticed it was about bugs...now I LOVE me some bugs. They get such a bad rap....So I sent in this shot--kinda reminds me of Marilyn gettin her skirt blown up. If you have a insect pic you're proud of, go head on over there read the rules and submit it to the Flickr group!
"Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them. We are like people living in a country whose language they know so little that, with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual. The brain is seething with ideas, and they can only tell you the umbrella of the gardener’s aunt is in the house." — W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence