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Hey Man, Looka Here...
I had just finished a quick 35 mile run and stopped to water the crabapple tree. Oh wait, I looked at my watch wrong...it was 3.5 miles. Anyhoo, as I passed the truck on the way to the water barrel, I saw this abomination taking place on the wheel/tire. Two Wheel bugs, sex, and a snack! Whereupon I channeled the immortal words of Cal Naughton Jr., "That just happened!".
I made the picture, now it's up to you casual and loyal readers to supply the caption or story to go with it. Be nice, keep it reasonably clean, and for heaven's sake get involved! We are asking for your participation (lurkers-you know I'm talking to you). The winner will receive a 1 year free subscription to A Suburban Wilderness blog! A virtual $49.95 value for free!
So good luck and get to it!
Love Yawl
Jeff
P.S. I'm guest blogging today because Julie is so terribly upset. She missed the earthquake and now it looks like Irene's much needed rain will pass us by.
"Wheel bugs...they are so literal".
ReplyDeleteDude
ReplyDeleteWhere's my car?
ReplyDeleteLife is so busy...even the bugs are multitasking like we do!
ReplyDeleteThe clock keeps on ticking.
"Oh honey, thanks for bringing dinner!"
ReplyDelete...well, my no count daddy had got laid-off over at the wheel factry and was hittin the bug juice again.Momma had had it.She got the biggest hopper outta th fridge, told me to hop on her back and hang-on. We was gonna ride that ol Michelin outta this dusty dry Roanoke valley and make a fresh start. And we did.
ReplyDelete"So...which one of us is the third wheel?"
ReplyDeleteYeah, yeah, I know a bug has needs. But would you kindly get off my back long enough for me to finish my dinner!!
ReplyDeleteWoman, would you quit buggin' me. Can't you see I'm TIREd and hungry?
ReplyDelete...Dr. Wheelbug worked feverishly on the badly damaged left knee of little Billy Hopper as Nurse Frisky observed from a little too close behind.
ReplyDeleteYou can have the jumping legs Honey but save me the thorax and the palps!
ReplyDeleteDennis the Hopper's plan to just play dead until the two wheel bugs passed had taken an unexpectedly fatal turn.
ReplyDelete?Donde esta la pelicula? La pelicula estas en la biblioteca. El sol esta en el cielo! Quantos anos tienes? Yo tengo vente cinco anos. Este grasshopper es muy bien! Si, si mi hermano es muy bonita. Es la verdad.
ReplyDelete"Know it ain't a room at Motel 6 baby but at least they serve breakfast in bed!"
ReplyDeleteou est la plume de ma tante? La plume de ma tante est pres de la chaise de ma tante. As well you know. Ou est la plume de la grasshopper? La plume de la grasshopper est pres de la thorax de la wheel bug! Ha,ha,ha! Oh pardon. Je suis desole, vous avez raison. Je n'avais pas de pantalone.
ReplyDeleteEdna, I don't know if he's non-native, invasive or what. But I do know he tastes like chicken!
ReplyDelete...Famed tailor to the insect stars, Roberto Wheelbug and his overly eager assistant Claudio, are seen taking precise measurements for longtime client Hoppin D. Grasse. Mr. Grasse's exceptionally long hopping legs make custom-fit suiting a must!
ReplyDeleteSeeing that the grasshopper had slipped off the tread, two passing wheel bugs quickly formed a "sub-human chain", thereby snatching the lucky hopper from the jaws of certain death.
ReplyDeleteHaving studied the Eastern Green Fescue Leaper for quite some time, I began to notice a curious phenomenon. For it seemed that the leaper had developed a habit of licking the tires of my research vehicle, gleaning bits road salts and crushed insects. This, however, made them easy prey for rare but deadly Doubledecker Spiny-Backed Leaper Sniper.
ReplyDeleteGee wiz guy, take the picture already! I can't hold onto these two much longer! Not to mention, I still think the pose looks contrived.
ReplyDeleteIt had been a hot dry summer. Not just the usual hot/dry, but full on Atacama dry. (google it & learn something! I can't spoon feed the whole Internet of ya!) So dry snakes died mid-strike from exhaustion. So you could imagine the fight that ensued when this hopper was found to have fluid on the knee (likely an old injury from his high school days as a long jumper).
ReplyDeleteStevie! You're getting to be such a big boy, you are too heavy for your Ol' Momma to bee givin' you a piggybackride! And espescially NOT while I'm eating my low fat lunch! Get Off Me!!!
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Bringing in a third to the relationship often sounds like a good idea...but in the end, someone ALWAYS gets hurt.
ReplyDeleteSee deer corn grow, boys
ReplyDeleteSee deer corn grow.
Lean your head over
See deer corn grow.
Pay no attention to the Man Behind the Curtain.
ReplyDeleteHelp Eugene, he's still a kickin'. Jump on my back so's we can pin him down!
ReplyDeleteOTIS! What are you doin' with that Grasshopper??
ReplyDeleteWell, you know baby, playa gotta play.
I was robbed. Nuff said.
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