"Americans used to say where there's a will, there's a way. Nowadays, it's where there's a pill, there's a way out." - - Burnt Toast

When Bugs Urinate. . .

. . or whatever.

I have giant sunflowers growing in the front flower bed at home. I'm not the biggest fan of sunflowers, as some can attest, but they were planted as part of a wildflower mix, so what can I do? They are there and the bees and hummingbirds love them. And I love bees and hummingbirds. Some kind of natural symbiosis there.


As the sunflowers have become larger, taller and thicker I began noticing what seemed to be tiny droplets of water falling away from the flowers. I never really investigated and was happy to sit on the porch in the evenings drinking a Heineken while I watched the drops fall from a distance and pondered the larger troubles of life like, "why did that long squiggly hair grow out of the neck mole of my dishwasher in Central America?"

But Saturday, I stepped off into serendipity of monumental proportions. I went to light the tiki torches that are residents of the front flower box too and as I reached up to the second one, it occurred to me that I was being wetted by this curious falling flower precipitation. Odd, I thought.

Then, and only then, did I realize that it was NOT curious falling flower precipitation, but bizarre bug butt ejaculations!

Put the evidence in the car Junior!


As you can see there is a bizarre bug, of which there are dozens, and to his right, arcing downward, what appears to be a photographic defect. I assure you dear reader that this is not a photographic defect, but sputum of some description from a bug butt.

After this episode, I am thinking of firebombing the whole flower garden!

Death to bug butts!

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