my little friend

This summer I've had a fairly regular visitor. He first showed up on my basil...
mini praying mantis

He stayed a week or so, then seemed to disappear. A little less than a month ago I spotted him hanging out on my screen door. I think he was watching TV. Anyhoo, he disappeared again.

Last Friday I spotted him in my kitchen... sneaky little bugger. My little friend and sometimes basil thief was hangin' out on the ceiling, like he was listening to Lionel Richie or something. To each their own, right?

Needless to say, I couldn't leave him unaccompanied all weekend, so out he went (gently). On the way out he told me his name was Pierre, named by his Francophile father who, of all things, road the rails.
my little friend

ps: migraines still suck


The Bandit said...

Why do you hate the Francophiles so?

kungfuramone said...

What the crap is he?

Also: why has Lionel Ritchie come up in conversation and/or blogging twice in the last 24 hours? It's creeping me out.

another kind of nerd said...

uh, not so sure what he is... maybe a cricket? not a grasshopper? yo no se.

Anonymous said...

The bug's o.k., but Lionel Ritchie? Yikes girl; have I taught you nothing???