I see you. You think I don’t. I see you. Creep.
I’ll watch. You’ll turn.
Flick.
You’re gone,
Creep.
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I see you. You think I don’t. I see you. Creep.
I’ll watch. You’ll turn.
Flick.
You’re gone,
Creep.
plumdirt 
I rather like those scary looking dudes (and dudettes, too). Except when they fly and land on me. Creeps.
I always think something flying and landing on me is a yellow jacket. Every. Single. Time.
Too many bites and stings growing up, I guess.
But in the tomato patch right now if I hear a heavy flyer I assume it’s one of these (and lately it’s a carpenter bee or giant bumble.)