What is this little guy thinking? Building a stairway to heaven? He keeps spitting out the mud, extending his tunnel out into thin air, with absolutely nothing within 10 feet of his little tower. Too funny. It seems like little creatures like these usually have a ingrained instinctive goal that makes sense, but maybe he’s like me, sometimes, when I get so busy doing what I think is vitally important that I lose sight of how it’s going to connect up ahead in real life. In other words, sometimes I waste precious time.
Then the next day there popped into my vision these gorgeous bugs. I suppose that they have a instinctive mission to destroy something I hold dear, a flower or vegetable or a book left out on the porch, but my goodness they are beautiful. They didn’t hold still much, they kept regrouping, for why? I can’t know, as our dear Maddie would say.
