So hard for us dainty, prissy moderns to see that animals aren't Disney characters.
Speaking of dainty, this is the water bottle I need for working more than 2.5 hours outside. I'm glad I didn't throw these out.
With the squirrel hammers, I think I must have felt I was big enough to worry people who can't tell a Daisy from a Winchester, so I wanted something harmless-looking. We always had tulip sticks from that tree that would break in two every time there was a breeze, and I always had hornbeam fragments from the woodlot because I was always trying to make the perfect walking stick/ hiking staff/ quarterstaff. I probably knew about knobkerries already from my Stone's
Glossary. I wouldn't have seen
Zulu or
The Naked Prey yet.
Dad finally lost patience with that tulip tree. What use is fast growth if it has to start over every time the wind blows?
That isn't crazy at all!