Who's Your Daddy?
Doing some long-overdue garden clean up yesterday afternoon...
...I cut out a dead stem, and noticed an egg pod.
Ah! Who's your Daddy?
Mom ain't saying:
I wish I could store the pod and see them hatch, sort of. Apparently some carnivorous behavior takes place. I think I want to skip that. I tucked the twig back securely inside the rose bush. I've not seen the boyfriends again, but love was obviously in the