Little Friend
Little Friend

I have always been one to stay away from the limelight. It was my choice to not be flashy, but to blend in instead. And my plan was working very well, until a little pup came along on a weed hunt, full of eagerness for everything. She had a tail that constantly wagged and a nose that craved to take in every scent. She was forever in motion until a sound would catch her attention, and then she would stand stock still, alert and pointing, trying to interpret the sound.

This little pup passed by my weed today, a golden brown hued wild mustard plant that had long ago lost its flowers and all its green. She brushed up against my weed and caused a mild trampoline like effect that vaulted me up and down and made me sway from side to side on the tip of my perch. The sun glinted on my antennae and elytra and so I was discovered, no matter how well camouflaged I thought was. The enthusiasm of a puppy and the sharp eyes of her owner found me high and exposed at golden hour today.

I am a humble being, just a little beetle, so I will simply say hello. I will look at you without moving in hopes that you will go away. And when the photo is taken, I shall crawl down the stem a bit to stay out of notice’s way.

On second thought, please wait! I don’t want to bug you but I would like to say, “Have a weederful day!”

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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