mister was nudging me when i was looking for insects by the mouth of the swamp and i heard, felt, a buzz under my foot, and it was this little one and i apologized, so sorry, i could not see you in the grass. i picked little one up and noted the left wing curled under the right. i tried to release it, but it was too stiff, so now i see why the little one was buzzing in the grass. i keep seeing poor insects with deformities, or just dead and in a streaming  dissolution by other insects. i guess it has to be this way, can't all be frolicking happily, but i wish i could heal them and feel my body smile flush with joy watching them go.