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|On a meteor-spotting trip with C., a walking stick insect hung out for a while on the tent. We got to watch it take a miniature dump. One of the highlights of the evening (along with bats flapping around, coyotes yipping, and a deer blundering around behind my car).|
Looks amazingly like a twig, doesn't he? She? We named him "Flaco." Or "Flaca." We didn't have time to sex the thing.
The creature didn't stick (ay!) around long. Busy insects don't have time to hang around all night being named. This ain't Eden.