I have no idea what this is. About one and a half inches long, hanging on the screen door. It did eventually fly away, but not because I stuck an iPhone in its face. The leaving was voluntary. I wondered if a mothership had called it back and if it even was organic.
Arcturan Drone

Of all the gin joints in the world, you had to end up here
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Cool bug!
Isn’t it though. Good Lord.
Damselfly but what exactly I couldn’t find.
Hi, Mike! Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. Same dead end trying to pin it down.