Sometimes when you read what other people write, it moves you.

Sometimes it moves you to such extrememe laughter, you are seriously in danger of wetting your pants.  That would so be the case with her account of the waterbug’s last hurrah (over her toes, no less!).

Seriously.  You must go read her.  I’ll be here when you get back.  If you come back.  After reading her, you may not.  But please do.  Don’t make me beg, people.

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