I think it’s the end of summer, a warm night after some cool ones, or something like that — but we’ve had an array of many bugs flying in the open back door — including one lovely, large, green, leaf-walking critter that made a wonderful trilling sound from over by the book case until he was carefully ejected.
“Bugs, Mister Rico! Zillions of ’em!”
I think it’s the end of summer, a warm night after some cool ones, or something like that — but we’ve had an array of many bugs flying in the…