Emily's always talking about "my peeps", and we kind of thought she meant some sort of imaginary entourage. So, imagine our surprise these past few humid nights, to discover hundreds of these tiny little guys all around the side door gardens. Each one would have plenty of leg-room centered on a dime. (Those are miniature rhododendron leaves they gather on here, if I may offer a proper sense of scale.)
Of course, the peeps aren't the only guys crawling around out there in the dark.
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