But.
I saw one particular tiny bright green grasshopper leap into the lake this afternoon and do what I could have sworn was the dog-paddle (or hopper stroke). S/he floated awhile as I slid down the bank to anchor myself on several large chunks of stone. Then, h/she flew in one leap to the base of a grass stem and wrapped around it, legs and antennae sticking every which way.
S/he stretched long legs on occasion, pushed the face around the stem, tilted it, stared in my direction, slowly wound round to the other side and posed, most prettily.
As I crept further down with my macro in hand, s/he disappeared. Just like that. Just like the flowers already giving way to leaf.
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