i just recalled this on seeing it. it's interesting that i focused on this just before having a big hullaballoo in bobolink meadow with a biologist phd humph. he talked about these beetle critters even, i remember something about the milk pod juice being a deadly poison but others come eat it and these fellers eat them and then have babies like so. i was gonna ask if one could self-euthanize with it. so this

was on view just before a dog came wildly yelling at copp and then a human and a few more dogs and me and copp played it cool and it was cool, i was talking to the woman who seems to rescue a lot of doggies and be a bit of a mother hubbard. she had a golden copp's age who mauled my frontage with bounding affection and it was all unruly and yet all ok until this strident jogger came and addressed me and advised me of the signage regarding dogs and i went bonkers on the unsuspecting and highly qualified academic and self appointed nature warden. oh shit it's too much to recount, the gist of it is a practically climbed down and took up residence in his throat and filled his head with invective which is not how academics a gather discuss, but this one actually to my great and grateful surprise stayed tuned and engaged, even sitting down on a post to talk more though chilling in his shorts. wow talk about titanic. my anger. but in the end he i think understood me some, and we talked of bugs, and we shook hands, and i forget his name but i thank him here in absentia assuming he will not read this and almost hope we meet again, him on, me and copp off, the path wending through the once again peaceful meadow.