Life Imitates Literature?

I might have written about this before; I don't know, I have been writing this blog for a pretty long time now, and I can't really remember much of what I have said... Anyway... When I was a kid, a lot of the books I read featured the idea, put forward usually by an adult, or at least the narrator of the story, that spending a lot of time outside in the fresh air makes you hungry and tires you out. I always thought that was strange when I was young. It was mentioned in SO many stories, and yet I spent a great deal of my time outside, in the fresh air, running around, and it never seemed to make me extra-special hungry or tired. The funny thing is, now that I am an adult, I do feel like spending the entire day outside in the fresh air makes you tired, albeit in a good way. Granted, I do a lot of tiring things when I am outside, but still, I understand about the fresh air now. I can't explain it, but I get it. Now, this is not to say that doing my bug walk made me tired, or that it makes me tired on any other day when I do one. But today as I was walking around my backyard, searching in vain for insects, I had an amusing thought, that maybe the bugs were tired from spending all day yesterday out in the fresh air, so they didn't come out today. Yes, I know, it's nonsense, but I am still unable to explain why bugs are so plentiful on one day, and absent the next. It was only a couple of degrees cooler; it was overcast on and off, though. It's always a mystery to me, and probably always will be.

Backyard Bug of the Day:

Fly.

Cool eyes.

Yesterday when it was so sunny and lovely, perfect for basking on a tree trunk if you are the right size and have the right type of appendages, I looked all over for winter fireflies and didn't find any. Today I found one:

Not on a tree trunk, though, on the side of the house.

Gnat in a crocus

Beetle. Interesting to see this again, two days in a row. I rarely see these beetles at all.