More Slimy Stuff
June 1st, 2010I met my summer goal of catching a frog in a most satisfyingly spectacular way- with a bull-frog.
My previous land-based attempts were utter failures, but he was not expecting a water attack. I knew I liked kayaking.
He was delightfully slimy with big bulbous eyes that would sort of sink into his head if he felt there wasn’t room enough for them to protrude properly. And he had big feet. And it took two hands to hold him.
It is only fair to state here that he gave me his parole and was released.
This didn’t even make my top ten for summer goals.
Finding myself unable to summon this sense of delight (interest - fascination, even - but not delight) when an occasion presents itself, I instead think of you.
Well, upon further reflection, perhaps I would have experienced more delight if the ‘occasions’ had not been so long, sinuous, and panicky.
I tend to refrain from chasing down snakes these days, if that makes you feel any better.
I’d be curious to hear your top ten goals!