We have seen an unseasonably wet June here in Utah. On Sunday, I was downstairs when I heard repetitive banging over the baby monitor. At first, I thought the punk had found his rhythm in his sleep, but then I realized it was hailing. I went upstairs to watch the storm and noticed this poor little guy hanging on for dear life to the screen on our kitchen window.
I was so concerned for this little insect that I actually felt like crying. I stood there through the storm to make sure he didn't get hit by a giant ball of hail. I must be a mother. I never would have had this much sympathy for a bug a year ago.