Not ironing

Fate has decreed A tower of ironing has decreed that I'm confined to barracks today.
So, I've been in the garden (so to speak). Humdrumming.

This bug is a relative of one I've blipped before (juniper shield bug).
But having a macro lens sellotaped to my eye* has opened a World of Wonderl! It's magical!
Like being a child again. A tree trunk is not just a tree trunk, it's Another Planet (Aw, anyone else remember The Only Ones?).
Today, I witnessed a murder, teeny-tiny spider-wise (Hannibal Lecter method).
I'm feeling very crime-scene/forensic. (Because I know what happened before!)

*Does anyone know a quick way to remove sticky residue from eyebrows?