This longhorn flower beetle was waiting for me at the back door in the Strathcona house.
|Longhorn flower beetle: Xestoleptura, probably crassipes. On coffee table books and napkin.|
I was busy at the moment, so I popped her* into a plastic bag and put her in the fridge. Several hours later, I remembered. The long chill hadn't slowed her down at all; as soon as I opened the bag, she ran out and scrambled over the books on the coffee table for a minute or two, then flew away.
|I got one quick macro shot.|
|And a bunch of shots like this.|
|A better pose for her, and a more usual one; running away.|
*I don't know the sex, but I don't like "it" for an animal that is aware of and interacting with my world. And "he" is over-worked.