Here on Halloween, I decided to post a picture of a sample of my growing collection of creepy crawlies. Some of you may remember that I have an acute aversion to bugs, and that I find plein air painting very nearly impossible because the dreadful creatures live outdoors. I find it hard to believe that if there is a merciful God that he would have put the damnable things on this planet to scare, harass, and infect us, his higher species. What was he thinking? Could he have come up with a more clever way to feed the frogs than with mosquitos? And what is up with roaches? Was he looking ahead to television’s “Survivor”? Why couldn’t he make an edible rock for them? And ticks. That is one nasty little joke on God’s part.
I don’t blame God. I’ll bet he sits up there and guffaws every time someone slaps their neck and curses. Must be great fun.
The fact is, I am collecting the little buggers to go into my still lifes:
Okay, I love the butterflies. And the other bugs are okay as long as they are stone cold dead. But I do not kill these insects for all you creepy insect activists who are going to send hate comments now. I find them dead already. And now I would like to take this opportunity to request that any of you readers who come across a terrific (god-awful) specimen, please send it to me. I will need to know that it is coming first so I can call a haz-mat squad to open the package.