Sometimes, I just can’t help myself….I know “all things are relative” and that what we call drought here is laughable in drier parts of this country, but, when the briefest shower and a slight rise of the mercury can produce this…
Now to get my rocks off.Politely,of course!
It’s long been a interest of mine to turn over stones and logs to see what might be beneath. As a child, I carried an empty bottle with me (the narrow neck made it easier for little hands to capture things!) on my garden prowls.
And, aside from spiders*, I would collect just about anything, show it with great pride to the family, then release my temporary captives.
Back then, we lived in rural New Zealand, where the only seriously venomous critter was a relative of the Black Widow spider and the Australian Redback spider. I suppose, had there been snakes, scorpions, gila monsters,crocodiles and suchlike, I’d have been too darn’ scared to go a-hunting!
Anyway, I certainly didn’t need much prodding to jump aboard the International Rock Flipping Day (see previous post).
Being this side of the Greenwich Mean should have had me posting yesterday, right? No!Yesterday, certain domestic chores HAD to be done ahead of forecast rain.
All to the good, thought the Intrepid Turner of Rocks, hoping for lots of crawlies after rain.
It didn’t rain after all…
“What lives beyond this dark and guarded gate
That beckons us,unsure, afraid
Off now to see what other rock-flippers might have to show… here is a link to the chap who kicked off this fun http://www.vianegativa.us/2007/09/02/irfd-2-halls-of-the-mountain-millipede/
* A regular Miss Muffet, I was. Scared witless of arachnids.Pretty good now, although I have no desire to have a pet tarantula, thank you very much.Erggh! http://www.spiderzrule.com/. has some good photos and spider info.