bugs

 

It shall always be known in our hearts and minds as The Murder Hornet.

And what about this fellow?  I thought that this portrait was the beauty in the bunch, but some people, who apparently had cabins in Wisconsin, loathed it because of the actual bug.  I wonder if his ilk inhabit the swamp.

This is the only one in the bunch that sold.  And the only one who was at one time a threat to the Schadt family garden and, when detected, met his fate as a green smear under the foot of my grandfather Janovsky.

Go figure.