scrapbook dix-sept

This is fly paper from my garage, it is definitley kind of nasty, but it caught my eye. Fly paper when you think about it, is rather morbid. Insects that manage to fly into it, are stuck, waiting for their slow inevitable death. And we as humans, not only allow this, but are fascinated by it. There are new victims everyday, which when I was younger, was "wicked cool". It simply hangs from the center of my garage as a symbol of our control over nature. You can not help but notice it and what it has done. It's awful. I can't imagine dying that way, yet I am drawn to it. I bet when I go home there will be even more bugs. And you can count on me to look and see.