It was the bug of my dreams. And there it was right in front of me, sat proudly atop a rotten tree trunk in a steamy Malaysian forest, as if someone had placed it there for me to find.
The mossy green softness of its perch contrasted with its…
It was the bug of my dreams. And there it was right in front of me, sat proudly atop a rotten tree trunk in a steamy Malaysian forest, as if someone had placed it there for me to find.
The mossy green softness of its perch contrasted with its…