We followed the dark red Volvo, with the two large dogs in the back, up to the entrance of the California Agriculture Station at the Nevada state line on 395. We stopped as the officer and driver of the Volvo spoke.
He then waved them through and it was our turn.
From an early age I had always heard people refer to the Ag Station in a more colorful term: Bug Station. I have since deduced this change in nomenclature has to do with the fact the officers are on the look out for rotted fruits and vegetables that often harbor insects.
He asked, “Where are you headed?”
“To Bodie, for the day,” I answered.
“Have a good day,” he responded as he waved us through.
As I stepped on the gas pedal, I replied, “Will do and thanks.”
Jus’ as I passed through the other side of the building I saw something fall from the roof and land on the hood of my truck. As I slowed to get a better look at that something, I realized it was a large tan-color Praying Mantis.
Obviously the mantis was making good his escape.
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