|C.J. Jung fills a kettle in his workshop|
We were about halfway to school when Noah, who was sitting in the front seat, put his finger on the windshield and said, Look it's a praying mantis without a head!
I said, Really? and Oliver, sitting in the back seat, said, Yeah, you're right, Noah. And did you know, Mom, that after mating the female bites the head off the male? Maybe she does it so he can't eat the babies.
I seem to remember something like that, Oliver. I said, but who the hell knows? I'm fifty and haven't picked up a science text in a quarter of a century. There is always much to ponder in the car with children, especially when there's a headless male insect on your windshield, so that's what I did, the rest of the way to school -- 'Bye, have a great day! -- and then when I dropped off mail at the post office and still later when I went to pick up some dry-cleaning. I have a lot to ponder right now in my life and would guess that most of us do have much to ponder. Most of it isn't bloggable, but it's definitely ponderable. My clothes weren't ready, so I sat in the car and read email for a bit, closed my eyes and opened them to see what appeared to be a praying mantis, a pale green and delicate creature, scamper up the top of the windshield and out of my sight.
This one definitely had a head.
***The photo of C.J. Jung has been sitting on my desk for months. I like it and thought it fit in some weird way with this post. Go with it the way you will.