“Train up your child in the way they are to go, even when old they will not depart from it.”
— Proverbs 22:6
I was driving down the highway the other day when I glanced at my driver’s side window. There, hanging on for dear life was a bug. It wasn’t really a bug; it was a flying type insect. Not being an entomologist, I don’t know what it was.
I can tell you it wasn’t a common house fly, horse fly, wasp, bee, locust, or mosquito. But it was something with wings, and she hitched her ride somewhere between Ennis and Jeffers. Beyond that I haven’t got a clue.
What amazed me, though, was how she hung onto the glass as I zipped down the highway. How does she do that, I wondered? I couldn’t picture the glass having enough dirt for her to gain a claw hold; neither did it seem clean enough for suction cup feet to glom onto, either...