Day Twenty-seven: Every year, transient pits appear under our house’s overhang where the ground is never touched by rain. The mighty larvae lie in wait at the bottom of conical pits for hapless insect travelers who venture too close to the brink of loose despair. By next day they have packed and moved on like carny shows, having sucked their victims dry.
Joining Susannah Conway’s August Break 2013. Come, step outside with me and breathe deeply.