Balancing Act

More bugs, and a vocabulary lesson:

This one, I believe, is a damselfly - aka, that little black-winged thing that it's well-nigh impossible to get a good shot of because it flitters off every time you get within twenty feet. Never mind that it'll sit on the same blade of grass for half an hour without moving, if you don't go near it. Doesn't like visitors, I guess.

This guy, on the other hand - I have no idea who he is.

And now for the vocabulary lesson. Today was my last day in Clayton county, but being outside the last few days, I've really had the chance to indulge my entophile side.

Or perhaps I should just call it my "love of insects" and leave it at that, as I'm not quite sure what the correct word is.

Since the fear of insects is Entomophobia, I figured the love of insects would be Entomophilia - but it turns out that actually refers to sexual arousal by insects, and that's not what I meant at all.

(Extra credit: read up on Formicophilia, something of which I was quite unaware before this morphological odyssey began. Be thankful I'm letting you skip the chapter on slug porn.)

So it's not entomophilia - how about entophilia? I couldn't find that, but it led me to endophilia, which is either "the desire to have sex with your clothes on," or something to do with malaria and Italian sand flies (don't ask me).

At this point, I decided to give up, before I slipped any further down the rabbit hole....