“Are you catching Butterflies?”
“No, No, No … not butterflies, dragonflies. “
“What?” (I have the tendency to mumble when distracted from the task at hand)
“DRAGON. Flies.”
“Oh. I see... Why?”
“I study their vision, It's quite fascinating they're the top aerial insect predator. Their eyes are ...”
“Ok. Thanks. Bye!”
“Wait don't you … ?”
“Got. To. Go. Bye.”
When out collecting dragonflies you tend to stand out. You're usually in a small group of people carrying nets and bags. Occasionally, the bags are responsibly and gently gently-placed on the ground, usually in the shade. Then, to the casual observer the group appears to come under the collective delusion that they are “hunting wabbits”. Granted aerial “wabbits” but I can understand why the casual observer may be interested in what we are doing / concerned for our sanity.
“Excuse me .. are you catching buht...”
“Dragonflies”
“Oh. Why?”
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