Since we're on the topic of bugs, I'll mention an interesting phenomenon for an area of the world so red: an influx of blue bugs. I'd never noticed anything in Grover other than R-E-D, and on this trip in particular I wouldn't have thought to see anything but red. I suppose the blue bugs were there just to break the monotony.
Besides the crazy long horned beetle that attached Phillip, there were a lot of damselflies out and about.
While we were setting up dinner on Thursday night, someone pointed to a damselfly.
"What's that?" they asked.
"It's a dragonfly," said Reid/Grandpa.
"Actually," I said, my encyclopedic self kicking in, "It's a damselfly."
"Must be a Canadian thing," said Reid, "What is it? A little dragonfly?"
"We do have them in Canada," I said, " And it's kind of like a dragonfly, but not quite. See how its wings fold together like a butterfly's when it lands? Dragonfly wings stay flat like moth wings. They're a lot smaller than most dragonflies and..."
I decided that was a good time to stop talking. No one really seemed to be caring...or listening. My dear husband tried to listen, but he just isn't that interested in bugs and couldn't pay attention for long.
When I was little I had a bug collection and everyone told me it was weird (except Don--thanks, Don!). Now I'm thinking that it may have been a little strange. Didn't everybody have a bug collection growing up? Didn't everybody spend their weekends by the lake doing species identification? I guess not.
Anyway, while we're eating dinner, Andrew tried to use his new-found knowledge.
"Oh, there's another maiden bug," he said, pointing to a damselfly.
"Damselfly," I corrected.
"Right," he said, "Damselfly."
I spent the rest of the weekend listening to people pointing out maiden bugs. I'm still not sure if they were making fun of me or if they were making fun of Andrew. Maybe they were just mocking both of us simultaneously. That would save time...