Let me introduce Mr. and Mrs. Mexican Bean Beetle, my nemesis in the green bean patch.
Don't they look almost like friendly ladybugs? Far from it, these guys will munch my bean plants to lace, if I let them. To try to reduce the damage, I squish them between my forefinger and thumb. Then I search the area for evidence.
Those two pests attempted to create about 35 offspring, which I also squished in eggo.
When I look back thirty years
I wonder how I got here.
I did not expect my future,
I did not plan it.
I knew the dreams I had were fiction,
professional basketball player,
Supreme Court justice,
father of six or seven.
My short-term goals were something less,
chosen just before each gentle turn
I charged with focus down the line.
Then something happened,
I shifted right, then left, then right again,
and I landed exactly
where I wish I had dreamed
I would be today.