Scene: Sunday afternoon. Laying on the couch, when suddenly, the doorbell rings. Rufus loses his mind.
I reluctantly get up.
Peeking through the glass on the front door, I see the neighbour kid, G, one of Alex's best friends. He's banging on the door.
G: Come out! Come out now!!
I open the door. G is hopping up and down with excitement, almost as if he has to pee.
G: Come out! Comenarlkwerwlekrnekn ... [unintelligible]
I look across the street. G's mom is outside, and she's waving at me frantically to come over to their garden.
G's mom: HURRY! It's a PRAYING MANTIS! GRAB YOUR CAMERA!
Without thinking, I dash inside, grab my camera body and a macro lens. I slam the lens on the camera, and barefoot, I rush past Alex and go flying across the street ("Mommy! You didn't look BOTH WAYS!"). I see the praying mantis, and immediately start snapping. I've gone through about 10 frames before it finally dawns on me:
I hate bugs.
And this, my friends, is how I became That Crazy Black Lady With the Big Afro Down The Street Who Will Photograph Anything.
Image: Photographed with my Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens. I named him "Percy."