Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks
when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Thursday, August 31, 2006
This is a visual summary of the three insects which "attacked" me Saturday.
I'm sure they feel the same way, but still, when you have to battle a praying mantis stowed away in the back seat of the car with the cardboard recycling, watch a broken-legged cicada hobble around 39th Street's sidewalk and then find a giant grasshopper on your clothes you're airing out on the porch after a night of taking them to bars, it just adds up funny.