Instead of going to the meeting, I ended up doing some banking errands for the boss. And on the way back (and it was a delicious day! Very hot and very bright in the older (and hence, deeper) section of singapore where the buildings are bright, the drains uncovered and the men squat on the floor if not driving their lorries) I discovered an interesting insect resting on the back of my hand. It was black, with six legs and a body which tapered off into a tail. It looked like a miniature scorpion.

Needless to say, as I am, I was excited. I kept him for a while and walked with my right arm outstretched to keep an eye on him. It was a beautiful day. I named him Maxwell, after the building I was headed for. A silent (one-sided) conversation was ensuing between us as I detoured to the Red Dot Design Museum and had a *perfect* moment as my eye caught a stream of sunlight beaming through the pillars of the heritage building.

Then the inevitable happened. I figured that this contrived relationship between Maxwell and I was cute at best, and if not, a waste of time, a ridiculous notion and a childish fantasy. What was I going to say to Boss when I show up with a bug on my hand? Hi! Meet Maxwell! Isn't he the best?

I blew him off the back of my hand. He struggled to keep footing for a while but when it's over, it's over.

Funny how things happen eh?