My cellar is full of spiders and my yard is full of bees. Dragonflies swoop around the pond where my dog likes to swim. Stag beetles, with their frightening-but-harmless horns, waddle out of the mulch around my cucumbers.
I see lots of bugs I can’t name, such as the one on the truck at the press conference last summer.
You can’t avoid houseflies. Just what a daddy longlegs is, I don’t know. It may be a kind of spider.
Japanese beetles cling to half-eaten leaves all over the place. There’s too many to squash.
I wish I could skitter across the top of the water like those little bugs that look like pine needles do.