I went out for a drive today to find a picture for today's post—I was looking for some new yard art pictures.
I had been in the pool right before I left and my hair was still wet and dripping on my back, so I decided to squeeze out some of the water. My hand closed around a clump of hair by my pony tail and as I began to squeeze, I felt a large beetle stuck to my hair. Of course, I freaked out and flicked it out of my hair without any thought other than getting it as far away from me as possible. It whizzed away, but then I was driving in an enclosed car with a hissing iridescent beetle—somewhere unknown—I could hear him, but not see him. Needless to say, it was an interesting drive as I looked for a new picture, and I could not relax until I finally found him, pulled over, and managed to get him out of the car!
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I thought that after those moments with the beetle, I was ready for a nice cool glass of wine. After all, it is 5 o'clock somewhere!