Surely you’ll tolerate a little more wordplay…
While in New Zealand last month and visiting old friends in Wanganui, I was out in their garden trying to take up a challenge to photograph some rather large flies in mid-flight. One landed on a grape leaf and as I was slowly stalking it, it flew away, but just as it did, I became aware of another, much-smaller insect on an adjacent leaf that I had not noticed at all because of my concentration on the fly.
I’ve tried to train myself to stay aware of all that’s going on around me—the big picture, if you will—but I often find myself too distracted by the moment’s apparent main attraction. And so I’ve come to value reminders such as this one, and as a result, I consider these unexpected opportunities to be gifts.
The weevils, I have learned, are among the most numerous varieties of insects on earth—in fact, there are some 60,000 species, most of which belong to the family Curculionidae, and I’d like to try to put a name to this one, but I just don’t have the time to research that just now. Anyway, here are a couple of memories of my brief but intimate encounter with this little one (less than a centimeter long). Glad I saw it, after all!