Outdoors the temperature was rising and rain was falling. Indoors I was dusting. Because the dining room table had been moved too close to the window, a particular earwig landed on my shoulder when I bumped the window frame with my shoulder for want of clearance between the table and the window, or he would still be alive. However, as things are, the particulate matter of this particular earwig is equably distributed between the dining room floor and the sole of my shoe.
The brief natural history of a particular earwig
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