Dress for the job you want, not the job you have.
In this case, the job you have is coasting around on the forest floor at dusk and in darkness, squeezing under rocks and logs in search for a tasty bug body to feast on. The body can be alive or dead. Doesn't matter. /1
In this case, the job you have is coasting around on the forest floor at dusk and in darkness, squeezing under rocks and logs in search for a tasty bug body to feast on. The body can be alive or dead. Doesn't matter. /1
The job you want is working as a DJ at an arthropod rave. You look killer in your neon greens and blues. Your songs get the arthropod bods wiggling inside their segmented exoskeletons. You hum to yourself as you strafe through the leaf litter. /2
You hear the applause in your head as your sharp mandibles crunch down on a baby frog. You imagine the strobing lights of your stage as the sun comes up and you edge under your flat shelter to await the night. The darkness. The Time of the Rave. /3
One day, you whisper to yourself. One day.
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Green-lined Ground #Beetle (Catadromus sp., Carabidae). Fogg Dam, NT. 4/4
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Green-lined Ground #Beetle (Catadromus sp., Carabidae). Fogg Dam, NT. 4/4
