Is it just me?

Or do all ode enthusiasts go to a spot, immediately see an elusive bug, fail to get the camera on and in focus in time, and then stand glued to the same spot, shooting and shooting, while said ode taunts and teases and then disappears?

Thank heavens for the hungry Great Spreadwing, content to eat, buzz out, grab, fly back, eat, buzz out . . . ad infinitum.

And then, just when I have closed the camera, the Shadow Darner returns, floats around me, zooms out of range, and buzzes back one more time before disappearing over South Carolina Avenue.

Maybe I'm just special.

Yeah, right.