no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

9.19.2003

Home is good. My mom and I varnished the picnic table adn then tried to spontaniously combust the rags. I got them to smoke but finally my dad indulged me and threw a match in. A big fat Sonoran Desert Toad was hanging out in the back yard. Because of cubby we caught it in a bucket to put over the wall but first fed it junebugs. It felt a bit like I was betraying my own kind but the toad was skinny and we were removing it from its happy hunting grounds. Plus, it was cool to watch it eat. love to all.....

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