Next on the 'ex' list was this drangonfly exuvia clinging to the front wall of the house. The Good Lady Wiff found it as she was bending over to pick up an extremely heavy bag containing my evenings supply of finest beers. An exuvia is always a, "What's that?" kind of find - this one all the more remarkable as the immature dragonfly (presumably either a skimmer or a chaser) would have had to walk for nearly 60 feet from the lake to reach this point - "Well done, you", we mumbled at the thought of such a long distance marathon the little thing must have accomplished.
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