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I GOT STUNG BY FKING WASPS AGAIN
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come. Robert H. Schuller
More tree sketches I forgot to upload!
For the next theme, I’m thinking insects... (ฅ`ω´ฅ)
I live here -_- this is where I live -_-
^the wasps in my walls when my landlord busted open the back of my cupboard trying to prove to me that there weren’t wasps nests in my walls
LOLOL! This makes me laugh, I don't know why but OMG this is SO AWESOME! I totally want to do this!!!!! AND THEY NEVER STUNG HIM! NOT ONE OF THEM! SO…MANY…OF… THEM…. I CAN'T EVEN! HAHA. Okay goodbye.
Sloughing the last shreds of drowsiness and redundant self-image, she became aware of the effect that had woken her—a high-pitched whine, thin and unbroken like a wire stretched taut against the darkness, an ill-boding humming, dreary and remorseless, that set the teeth on edge.
What it was she could not guess, that narrow, winged form flying very slowly, as if searching, into the rift in the leaves. Sidereal light illuminated the diaphanous membranes, devoid of color, the delicate antennae, the feminine waist and long, improbably spindly legs and arms that shone as if covered with tiny scales, the face with its bulging, faceted eyes, and the attenuated tongue, still searching. The whine's volume increased. The creature could not turn her head much from side to side, and indeed, it seemed as though she hardly needed her eyes to hunt. The antennae flicked responsively. Elegant, fragile, she drifted closer.
A slight movement told the girl that her companion was awake. He, too, had seen it.
"Culicida," he breathed. "They travel the path of living breath and target the warmth and sweat of flesh. Burrow into the leaves."
I KNEW IT
I KNEW THERE WERE GIANT CARNIVOROUS WASPS IN THIS BOOK FUCK YEAH
what a great monster
I wonder if anyone's painted it yet
oh shit wait a minute culicidae aren't wasps
they're fucking mosquitos
giant fucking mosquitos holy shit
omg she's even female only the female mosquitos actually bite
but I still wish it was a wasp, that's the image I got in my head when I first read this.
Very true...so very true...