DRAGONFLY, DRAGONFLY

I'm a big fan of trivia. I love having a wealth of useless information to share at get-togethers. Which is why I'm a big fan of Uncle John's Bathroom Readers. Have you ever heard of them? Right now, I'm reading Uncle John's Curiously Compelling Bathroom Reader. That's where I found out that Paul McCartney wrote "When I'm 64" when he was 15 years old. That's also where I found out that the average life span of a dragonfly is 24 hours. I find that amazing, considering how enormous they are. Which brings me to the point of this post.

Big Daddy was heading out to pick up Aunt Tracy and Uncle Matt for Sunday dinner with us. On his way to the truck, he found an enormous, dead dragonfly, completely intact. After sneaking up behind me and nearly giving me a coronary by placing said enormous dragonfly on my shoulder, he took it to the girls to show them.

Bean was immediately impressed. I tried not to act squeamish as she paraded around the house, holding it by the tail. She held it out to all the dogs, so they could get a good sniff, and then she passed the fascinating carcass on to Cakes. Who, to my horror, proceeded to gleefully dismember said enormous dragonfly in the middle of the living room.