Look carefully and you can see who showed up this morning in the flowerbox just outside my kitchen window. The painting doesn’t do him justice really. Brilliant green and the thinnest most elegant antennae. Looking more closely I realized he had lost one of his back jumping legs and so in all likelihood, he’s come to his final resting place right on my red petunia. It’s early evening now and he’s still there. Take all the time you need Mr G, and I humbly salute your tiny life.