Photos by Roman.
The morning sun set the victim ablaze, as if it were not just meat and drink but rather a spirit of light.
“I am,” the bug declares, “an imaginary number borne away on a flood of neutrinos.”
Nonetheless it is still and fundamentally a meal…
And still alive and wiggling, perhaps impatient to be eaten though the prospects seem dim judging by the state of the web.
Yip Abides 