Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Underwater 'city' built by octopuses discovered! (with exclamation point!)
*sigh* First they're stealing crabs out of restaurant tanks, and the next thing they're taking definite steps toward civilization. What will 2018 bring? Maybe lobster-drawn chariots.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Picked up a quart of local honey at the farmers' market today:
Straight out of the lower Pearl River swamps, it has a spicy, cranky, irascible tast, reminiscent of a full-throated rye whisky. As you might imagine, it's the kind of thing I go for. A tablespoon over a handful of almonds, oh man.
ps: As you might expect, Carey Hudson has a song by the same name. But I think it's about something else.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
It's warm enough that the bugs are having a field day, cool enough that it doesn't drive them underground, and wet... oh man, this has been a wet summer. Bumper crop of flies. It makes for unpleasant mountain biking at the Bethel Road trails. So many crab spiders out that after a mile's ride I had accumulated enough webs to be mistaken for a Halloween decoration. Packed it in only half-way through the usual ride. When I'd left the trailhead at 9, there were about a half-dozen cars; by the time I packed at 10:30, mine was the only one left. Seems I wasn't the only one who'd had enough of the fun.
Crab spider is disappointed the ride ended so soon.
Bleh. October can't get here soon enough.
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Continuing with our theme of animals in improbable places, here's this jewel from over at Atlas Obscura: Cave of the Hanging Snakes. They're just harmless rat snakes, hanging out and snagging a bat-snack whenever one happens to pass by. But still... it's like something out of one of those 80's ascii dungeon games.
That +2 +1 mace isn't going to do you much good now. Better have a bag of +1 rocks.