The youngest of
the 3 kids, a daughter, was wearing this absolutely unbelievable crown of
flowers – goldenrods and Queen Anne’s lace woven together so points stuck out
at both brows – and I couldn’t figure out where she got it till I remembered
that her mom my friend’s a hairdresser and I realized that she must have
braided it out of flowers that she had picked.
As we were
walking up trail, me and the middle son and the youngest daughter and the
granddad behind us all, this giant bug (size of a cigar butt!) buzzed around
and landed on my shoulder, and I could feel its clawed feet through my t-shirt,
and I jumped and yelled a bit and the bug flew off and onto the middle son, who
began yelling “Get that bug off me, get that bug off me!”, and the next thing
we know, the bug is going towards the youngest daughter and she starts booking
fullspeed up trail ahead of us and is waving her arms and shouting, “The bug is
chasing me, the bug is chasing me, I’m wearing flowers, I’m wearing flowers!”.
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