It’s an impressive thing to watch him move. Small in stature, by anyone’s description. I watch him. Wondering about him, questioning his motion. He might be small but he is almost as round. His scurry as he moves from one corner of the room to the other is obstructed by his waddle. An unusual combination. A questionable description even. I rack my brains for another word, or two. None arrive so I settle for those I have. And then he’s gone. Even inch of rotund, short, waddling, scurry of him. And I wonder, where the last 10 minutes went. Yup. One of those days. Here I am at 10pm with nothing to write about but some random beetle on my living room floor. Sigh. Procrastinating.
Hi! I’m Suger; Chief Blogger at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; love a casual ootd, taking photos + writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet; photos, create content, write copy and devise social media plans for personal brands, small businesses and bloggers. You know, living the sweet life.
ha ha ha love it. hey writing is writing and this is a beautiful descriptive peace.
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p.s. hope the beetle is still alive?