Today was beautiful. Most California days are pretty great, but this morning I walked outside and said (out loud), “Damn, what a nice day.” That’s how beautiful it was. But I digress. I decided to get a head start on the readings for my historiography class, and since I have a real, tangible textbook, I took it outside to the teak bench near my front door. Then I spotted this guy:
The most menacing looking grasshopper (or something) I have ever seen. Easily the length of my index finger, and fatter. I decided to keep my distance.