This lovely photo comes from Brad, who spends his time breeding caterpillars at the Nature Museum.
This photo comes from Midge. I'd like to think that she later provided a proper burial for this poor grasshopper. Or maybe she saved his corpse for me?
A found grocery list + a funny note:
"Why don't you come meet me at her birthday party?" [scribbled out] Then: "I'm tired of taking care of you." Scenario? You decide.
New friends from the thrift store. Unfortunately, my camera is broken so I could only scan the flat ornaments.
