I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Solitary Crane Fly

Spring is a lovely time. The bugs are out to play. And the plants are great gathering places for their activities. I know that because I’m guilty. Of snapping bugs. Doing their “birds and bees”. Yup. I’ve sunk to the level. I’m a bug-pr0n0grapher. My folks are going to be so proud.

In other news, it’s been a bit bizarre, but more and more of my family is showing up on Facebook. I’m now wondering if applying my usual criteria for invites is going to bear some consequences I’m not prepared for. I rejected an invite to connect from my cousin’s daughter. She’s probably only 7 or so, in my mind she shouldn’t even be near Facebook, much less on it. Perhaps her parents are administering the account for her. So I ignored an invite from her mom as well. Just to be consistent, and well, I haven’t lost my fondness for hyphenated married names either.

On the one hand, I like that more and more people whose lives I still want to get updates about are on Facebook, doing just that. On the other, knowing the kind of exposure that’s involved I wonder why people put their kids on. Yes, it’s novelty. But I suppose so is taking a hike.