Each time we visit my in-laws, there’s some sort of ridiculously huge insect indigenous to Florida waiting for us. Crazy thing is, it usually sticks around the entire time we’re there. This time we named it.
I remember my youth when my mom would go out in the back yard and spend an afternoon pulling Japanese beetles off the flowers and dropping them into a can of gasoline. Yep, that’s how I remember it. So when I saw the beetles on the flowers today I had to grab my camera and, of course, I like to get creative (go figure). Not only with my photography, but with the names and post titles and…well everything. I just couldn’t help myself with this title. Sorry Mom.