I am generally a mild-mannered and reserved person. I usually keep my voice down and don’t use bad language–at least not very often. Sometimes the passion gets the best of me, though.
Last night I saw an annual cicada land on the sidewalk. Then it just sat there. These guys are sort of neat looking, so I ran and got my camera. It sat there while I got on my knees then stretched out and rested my elbows on the sidewalk. I started to focus on the insect, and then I saw a shadow move across it. One of the cats was watching me and came down to investigate.
The cicada was startled by the shadow, and it jumped and tried to fly. Immediately the cat pounced and made a meal of my photo subject.
I said some things that I am not proud of. In fact, I shouted those words.
There is a little more profanity in insect photography than one would think there should be.
On another note, I did find an insect that was new to me yesterday as well–a “life” bug as the birder/butterflier crowd would call it.
This is a band-winged meadowhawk, Sympetrum semicinctum. Not all that rare around here I’m told, but new to me.
Here it is hunting a few inches off the ground.