What is it with my fascination with bugs that have long legs? Perhaps it stems back to my childhood when I was taunted by the meanies. They called me Grasshopper, and if I happened to be wearing black tights under my dress, it was even worse - Spider. (At least they could have called me Cricket. They make beautiful music with their long legs.) There were other flattering names, as well. Like Skeleton. And Chicken Legs. But I digress. Back to bugs.
This long-legged beauty spent the better part of a day lurking in the morning glories on our front porch railing a couple of weeks ago. She patiently tolerated my intrusiveness, even turning to face the camera several times.