A good, lazy weekend around here, the sort that gave me time to notice some of the small fry around the place. It began in our bedroom when I happened on a centipede making its way across the carpet. I started to step on it but thought about all the bugs a centipede eats in its lifetime. I got down on my stomach for a better look. I felt that I had its assurance that it meant me no harm, and so I gave the same to it. On with my swimsuit and into the pool.
It was the hottest day of the year yesterday, right at 100 degrees, so the pavers around the pool made you want to tiptoe and move right along. I was standing in the pool watching a large ant cooling itself in the shade of an umbrella poolside. It would crawl this way and that until it wandered out into the sun and onto the hot pavers, whereupon it would suddenly reverse direction and make a dive back into the shade. It did that a number of times so that I started making up a monologue to accompany its movements. “Hey! It’s hot out here! Ouch ouch ouch ouch! Ahhh, that’s better.”
As Sandy joined me to watch my ant’s floor show, a dragonfly stopped patrolling the air space above the pool to drop down between us and hover like a helicopter. It spent a few seconds suspended in space, examining us carefully to see just what sort of beasts had moved into its territory. It darted off and returned two more times before satisfying itself that we were too big to eat and too slow-moving to be a threat.
Still standing in the same place, I saw a hummingbird zip out of nowhere to check the limb where our feeder always hangs. Not seeing it, the bird flashed away over the roof and was gone. I was reminded that I need to buy a new feeder to replace the one that was recently broken by tree trimmers.
Following the bird’s flight over the roof, my eye fell on the ugly tent worm nests on our neighbor’s walnut tree. There are more of them than ever this year. All in all, it was a weekend owned by the smallest of our residents. I enjoyed watching them.