This little guy was on the back door by the pool, and he was staying, I tell ya. Personally, I think he wanted to get in for the conditioned air. Either that, or he’s a political junkie and wanted to watch all things election.
He hung on to the door for a couple of days, moving around on the glass, and then he was gone. Honestly, I’d forgotten he’d ever been there, and then I saw him on the steps. He had died. And he never did make it inside.
I don’t think there’s anything deep to be found in this little katydid’s final days. And I don’t feel a need to make up anything, either. He just hung out on the glass for a while. The smooth, cool glass. The end.