I want to be a BUG

If I were to be reincarnated, I would want to come back as a bug.

Not this kind of bug:

Get outta here, slime ball.

Go get a face, zillion legs.

Holy mother of vomit...

No, not a gross bug. I would want to be a pretty bug like one of these:

Don't touch my wings, I'll go dead.

Hey lady... bug.

Am I a face? Am I a bug? Am I a bug face?

Why would I want to be a bug? Well, since Anthony and I have been living in a place the last 2 years where we can garden, I've become a bit obsessed with flowers and plants. I paint flowers, I want flowers on my wedding dress, I grow tons of flowers and plants.

It's just so cool to me that you can put a plant in the ground and end up with something like this:

When I think of being a bug, I think it would be something like "A Bug's Life".

I imagine living among the flowers. If you were a bug, they would be these huge, beautiful structures to you. Think of any downtown and imagine if those buildings were all giant flowers. It might be a little like Alice in Wonderland, but the flowers would be bigger.

Look how happy these bugs are:

Oh, hai! Welcome to my home.

Sorry, can't talk. At work right now.

Oh, excuse me while I go shower.

I know that bugs have very short life spans compared to humans. But it's all relative. Now we all expect to live to be near 100. Our life span has increased through history. Dying at 30 seems young, now. Years and years ago, you'd be an old maid. So, to a bug, 3-4 months is probably a nice long life. Would it be so bad to never know winter?

Who wouldn't want to live here?

PS - If I were a bug, NO I do not think my cats would eat me. They'd let me ride on their backs and take me around to new flowers.

Oh! I also found a site called Look at This Gross Bug that actually has pictures of really pretty bugs.