Desert Nomad
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She came out of the jungle of the exercise room and straight into the desert of the concrete slab.
Couldn’t get a picture of it while it was moving but a little moisture lured it to a stop for long enough.
There it supped a while, could have been a long time since it had any water, albeit second hand.
Water has always been somewhere else, in the clouds, the garden, the sea, drunk and evaporated, or spit.
It’s all water in the end … and the beginning. To an earwig. Or not …
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look … and click again.
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Nature's Place 
These photographs give a whole new perspective of earwigs.
They do indeed, thanks Margaret.
Nice little sonething. Just beautiful.
Yes, thanks Gerhard.
Fantastic pictures! For many years I disliked earwigs. When I was a child one hid in my flute. When I blew into it it fell out. Huaaaa! It took me a while to change my opinion. Today they appear more and more friendly ;-)
This one is a gentle little thing, until it knows the need to get those pinchers working.
Do they hurt? I never heard of it before, but usually we don’t have too much contact…
Your or me, no. But any living thing it came into contact with down in its small world might see things differently.