The Mechanical Whir of Paper Wings
So early this morning, not long past dawn, my friend and I were outside by the garden exchanging observations and the usual nonsense, when out of the corner of my eye I see a blur, followed by a small hollow thud in the dirt beside us. A cicada killer had plucked from midair a cicada that was quite large and apparently juicy. We watched silent, as this delicately brutal dance played out. After a minute or two, the wasp took her prey in all six legs and flew off into the sunrise with the mechanical whir of paper wings.
Awesome.
