Musings —08.15.2010 10:17 PM—
It was an average week at the cottage: I nearly broke a finger, there was a sensational thunder storm that washed away the pathway, the new puppy drank lake water and got totally sick, we tubed over the speed limit, my sons beat each other senseless with regularity, my daughter read a telephone book-sized vampire novel daily, and so on. The usual.
And then, one afternoon, this Mutual of Omaha’s Reviled Kingdom moment: two dragonflies in a battle to the death. With an ending that will make you lose your head. Or your lunch.
This one is going viral on the Interweeb, I predict. Someone is going to write a thesis about it.