Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He wasn’t fond of bugs. Not scared of them, but a lot of them were annoying. Some bit, some smelled bad, and some were just gross. Not a lot of redeeming qualities for them. 

He’d seen bugs do it before. The swamp was full of little spidery looking fellas that walked on water, and admittedly, he was curious. 

”How do ya s’pose they manage that?”