Woodpress

The following is a true story, as told by my wife. M is my 2-year old daughter. W is my 6-year old son. W: I’m Cyborg, who do you want to be? M: Batman! W: You can’t be Batman. How about Robin? M agreed and they ran off to fight bad guys. W (yelling): Robin, […]

Woodlice (potato bugs, pill bugs, roley poleys, etc.) are very interesting looking critters. I have evidence.

This morning I found a snail in my yard. Judging from its sad little frown, it wasn’t completely thrilled about being picked up. I put it back where I got it, though… and I think it forgave me. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything too important.