Look what I received in the mail from my sister the other day!
Can you imagine anything so marvelous? So brilliant and divine?!
I can only assume she was referring to my lifelong quest to capture the mythical blue bee.
Which is ironic, given of all the girls in my family I, at least, hold out for a reason to hearken back to our European sunbathing roots.
I, at least, can chalk it up to the name of science.
In other news, Tin Lizzie died over the weekend. I wish she could have lived forever, but it would appear even wishes must fall within the realm of reason...a technicality which I feel defeats the whole concept of wishing in the first place, but apparently the universe does not consult me on such matters.
In a twist of coincidence not unlike the phenomenon of the mantis showing up on my doorstep when Marshall died, I received an email that very day from the guy who sold me the scarabs, mentioning he'd received a new shipment of green dung beetles and wondered if I had any interest in procuring them.
His name is Peter, by the way, and while I think he finds it odd I name my bugs and knit them sweaters, apparently there's still room in the world of insect enthusiasts for people like me, just at the very bottom rung of the ladder.
But if you have any interest in acquiring such tiny pets, I recommend him wholeheartedly.
At any rate, there's a squadron of new beetles heading this way as we speak, plus a budwing mantis, which is fortuitous because yesterday I was ambushed by a gang of nieces and nephews and the first thing they wanted to see, upon coming through the door, was Tin Lizzie.
And trust me, they weren't too impressed with my "sometimes beetles get old and have to die" explanation (where were their parents in this pivotal moment? nowhere to be found, I assure you), so the sooner I come up with live specimens, the better.