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Stick Bugs

    Here at our place we have these odd bugs that look very much like a stick with legs. They are whoppin' big things, 6 to 8 inches long. They're called stick bugs. They'll give you quite a start if you feel something on your head and feel around up there and contact one of them. They like to ride piggy-back on each other and I don't know why that is. I'm not crazy about them.
    Last night I told you about the army of raccoons that ran away as I came home. Evidently they returned later because I found two tiny footprints on the dust of my car. I was relieved that they didn't write "Wash me".
    Today I was changing the filter on my water system. My well is good despite the dry weather but I have iron water that requires a pretty good filter, a 5 micron. This takes out the sediment and makes your toilets look more civilized. Anyway, as I was doing this I heard a tremendous crash. It sounded like it was quite a way off so I didn't investigate, although I was mildly curious. Later today my wife and I went for a walk in the woods and found a huge oak fallen across the trail. Ants had decimated the tree and it had evidently fallen as I was changing the water filter. Lucky for us we were not there. One must try to be alert in the woods, for things other than mountain lions.
    I was thinking about those of you who read the blog. There are probably all types of people in all types of places. You may be in a cabin in Alaska or in an apartment in Moscow. You may be in Latvia or Malaysia or India. Perhaps your heart is broken and you just want something to read that doesn't make you think about troubles or politics or fellow workers or your in-laws.
 I'm sort of an escape reader myself. Much of what the public considers heartwarming drama is a bit depressing to me. Those who find tales of poverty and woe appealing probably have little experience with it. Animals, tracking, music and literature are diversions that we may share despite our varying realities. It is my wish that all of you prosper and be in good health. May you dream about nice things tonight.
CE Wills

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