As I sat outside, a yellow kneed wasp found my foot attractive. I became a bit anxious when it showed no sign of leaving, but eventually I was able to persuade it to hop off. A different Polistes wasp was fascinated with the scarlet climber. The milkweed bugs were in a huddle, both winged and younger ones.
The air was warm but the pool water had taken a chill from two brisk Fall days. But it was good to get back in! A cricket was rafting but not enjoying it. Neither was a wheel bug that had been sucked into the skimmer.
I rescued a small, delicate stick-like insect from a leaf raft. It had a pose like a praying mantis and the shape of a walkingstick, but it could have been an assassin bug nymph.
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