“Mom, can I go to Bobbonaught’s* after dinner, ‘cause…”
“ ‘Cause why?”
“ ‘Cause we’re gonna watch a dead cicada get eaten by ants.”
“By all means, go.” (Venture forth in the name of science.)
Approximately ten minutes after being excused from the table in comes the Duck on a full howler. Why? Because squatting over an ant hill [...]




Recent Comments