As big as my palm when its wings rested open, this beauty of a bug was surely too outlandishly lovely to be a local insect. He floated away before I could alert the authorities that something from Madagascar had attached itself to my stucco.
And with that I tell you that that is all I have to say today. I am inviting you to take a look at the interview of me on TitleTrakk where all my wisdom for the week happens to be.
On Monday, however, when my wisdom stores are replenished, I shall tell you why I do not respect the new girl on ’24.’
Riveting stuff ahead. See you after the weekend.