My dryer broke the other day and I had to go to the laundromat to dry a blanket. I was the only one in the place. While waiting for the load to dry, I kept hearing a strange, faint, buzz. Surfing the web on my phone, standing up, sitting down, walking around...still that strange, faint, buzz. I looked down. There at my feet - so glad I didn't step on him/her, was a dragonfly, a very sick bug indeed. Buzz, nothing. Buzz, nothing, nothing. Faint buzz, nothing, nothing, nothing. Being the photographer I am, I scooped him/her up and put him/her in the car with thoughts of a wondrous photo shoot when I got home.
Got home. Went to find some fabric I bought in Japan, visions of a beautiful dragonfly lying gently on exotic fabric. Not so. Ok, went to the granddaughters room, raided the doll house of a few pieces of furniture - a dragonfly in an arm chair, a dragonfly taking a bath! You know, a dead dragonfly is a dead dragonfly and next time I think I'll leave him/her to die in peace.