At the wild Phasmid rodeo

The season of the Devil Riders announced its arrival with the pair of Phasmids I found copulating on the back of my neck on Memorial Day. I’m not sure what foliage I must have shoved my head into to cause their transference unto me as I weeded, but they are so prodigious here in our yard gone wild that I knew what they were before seeing them, from the weirdly plump chitin I felt in my fingers as I brushed them off.

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