Crouching tiger hidden dragon... fly
My parents have a really nice garden. It has all kinds of flowers, and even a small rose patch. In this rose patch are several bamboo poles to keep the roses up. The roses have had their first bloom, and there are only a few left who are still going strong and being all petally. This leaves the bamboo poles quite empty. They're right there in the sun and this is seen as the perfect play to get a tan by the group of dragonflies that has been hovering around in our garden. There are four poles most of the time their tops are dragonfly landing and relaxation pads. It's actually quite a cool view from the side. The dragonflies occassionally fight about who gets to sit at the highest spot, and there's defenitely a hierarchy fight going on whenever there's a shift in location, but most of the time they just sit there in the sun and letting their wings soak up the rays.
This is all very nice and peaceful and quite a nice background to look at occassionally while typing. So imagine my surprise when I, while typing, see a black orange furry streak of death shooting by from the corners of my eye, followed by the sound of something hitting the garden table. I turn to the garden to see a cat casually walking through the garden who did not just miss a dragonfly and hit the table while jumping. No sir. That would be stupid. Cats don't do stupid. We are diginified.
And so the cat goes back to lie down in the rose garden, crouched between the plants and waiting for another dragonfly to reach pounceable levels. Crouching tiger, hidden dragonfly.
This is all very nice and peaceful and quite a nice background to look at occassionally while typing. So imagine my surprise when I, while typing, see a black orange furry streak of death shooting by from the corners of my eye, followed by the sound of something hitting the garden table. I turn to the garden to see a cat casually walking through the garden who did not just miss a dragonfly and hit the table while jumping. No sir. That would be stupid. Cats don't do stupid. We are diginified.
And so the cat goes back to lie down in the rose garden, crouched between the plants and waiting for another dragonfly to reach pounceable levels. Crouching tiger, hidden dragonfly.