This time, I know exactly what bit me. I picked up a piece of log, and got bitten for my efforts. Something jumped away, and this was the culprit. Here's the deal though. Praying mantises can bite, but that's truly what it is, not a sting. They don't inject any venom. They just bite if they feel threatened. No clue if it is a boy or a girl. But it has wings, so it's fully mature. The log was hollow, so it probably thought it had a nice safe place to hunker down until I intruded. Not a serious injury to me, and I apparently didn't hurt it either.
Also, today, for the first time ever I noticed that the maple behind the mulberry had turned orange. In 1990, The mulberry was small, and I planted the maple as a tiny seedling. It's actually starting to look like a tree rather than a sapling. Only took 35 years, eh? Last fall, I worked on clearing some of the brush around them (autumn olive, what else?), and I hope to do some more this fall yet.
I worked on all my projects. Wrote chapter 28 in
Vacation from DMS, 750 words. Omer and I watched a movie this evening.
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