I have a pet dragonfly.
This summer I had a cool experience. After work I drive home in anticipation of planting a large kiss on my bride's lips. I pop out of the car looking forward to the wonderful greeting that will happen soon.
Then he(?) pops out. I think he is a he. Maybe he is a she. Or an it?
Somewhere near the variety of bushes in the landscaping near the front porch the dragonfly buzzes towards me, sometimes looping around my head. Sometimes he comes dangerously close. Sometimes he freaks me out.
This happens many times during the course of the summer. It happens so much that I begin to think that I *may* have a pet. I start to think of naming him.
This weekend I realized that my pet dragonfly is gone. I'm not sure the lifespan of a dragonfly and I don't want to really think about it. I prefer to think he hung out with me a while and just flew off into the sunset.
Fly on pet dragonfly!
