When I saw this huge cricket on my balcony screen door, it made me think of the often-played out spoof of the person (or bird) walking (or flying) into a door that was so spotless that they thought it wasn't even there. I feel that way a lot of the time, like I'm walking into a door that I think is open, only to end up with a nosebleed. But it gives me a sadistic hope. As long as I can see through that door, I won't feel claustrophobic, trapped in my current existence. One day I'll try to walk through it and I won't crash.
On a less poetic note--damn, that bug was huge. I literally heard it plop onto my screen. Friggin' Texas and their "everything is bigger..." BS.
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