Scoundrel.

Scoundrel.

Y’all haven’t smelled anything until a GIANT BEETLE POOPS ON YOU. I swear I smelled like legions of porta potties were distilled into a special “just-for-me” Eau de Scarabée fragrance that I was forced to wear the rest of the night. Like, imagine the grossest subway elevator possible and make it smell worse, and then imagine you had to take a whiff every time you wanted to photograph something. Rude.

Grapevine Beetle, by the Colorado River in Austin, Texas
Smelled May 16 / Posted June 13, 2018