What does an etymologist call a voyeuristic entomologist? Grasshopperazzi?
The larger of the two Phasmatodea hung out for days, apparently waiting at Cafe de la Screen Door for an assignation. They vanished after their vertical tryst.
The last photo is what it probably feels like when you don’t have a solid prenup.
Deep in an overgrown ravine layered with loose loaf-of-bread-sized rocks, in a place where no one would have ever even found my bones, I met this grasshopper. It hid down between stalks at first as I approached. I offered a finger gently. It hopped up and let me take my photos.
