A startled stick bug.

That’s what you get if you stumble upon me in public and try to chat.

I can’t stand that about myself.

Really. I mean, who wants to talk to a twitchy stick? Who would be comfortable with that? Certainly not the fidgety phasmid camouflaged as an elm.

Alright, enough griping from me. I’m off to blend into the trees.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe