The day of the insect.

I didn’t know it would be.  I hadn’t planned on it.

But as the sun peeked over the trees this morning, it illuminated a huge spider web stretched between two branches.  Upon closer inspection, I saw that they were everywhere.  And big.  And beautiful.

I know this is the time of year when I tend to find spiders smooshed into the smallest spaces and corners of our warmer-than-the-chill-outside-air house, but it seems like they are proliferating like crazy.  Or just enjoying a last hurrah at the end of the season.

Then there were slugs and fuzzy caterpillars lining the driveway.

So insects and arachnids abound.  They are my muse today.

I love the way this one seems to be floating through the air.

My children’s literature experience with slugs is the ones fireflies suck the life out of and My Buddy Slug – revolting and endearing. Don’t know about this guy, but I do love his little antennae poking up!

fuzzy wuzzy was a hairy old man who wreaked havoc on plant life . . .