It was time for a change ’round these parts.
With the change of residence, and the (soon enough) acquisition of chickens, life’s changed enough that the old blog just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Much better to start anew. :)
The title, for any non-listeners who might be happening upon the new bloggybits, comes from an incident earlier this summer, where the son of the people with whom I was staying got it in his head that he needed to tie a string to a junebug’s leg, let it go, and fly it along like a pet on a leash. While this was a perfectly logical idea at the time, the poor junebug was not nearly as impressed, and wriggled free from the thread pretty much instantaneously, leaving a bewildered ten-year-old (who, incidentally, wouldn’t touch the bug himself and had his mother and grandmother tie the string for him, which was a comedy of errors in and of itself) to look for….more junebugs.
When I questioned this particular action, his grandparents told me they used to do this all the time when they were growing up in southern Virginia, and blamed it on the lack of cable television.
(I still don’t have cable, by the way. Nor have I been bored enough to tether bugs to myself with thread. I think perhaps it’s my upbringing.)
Lots more, coming soon. Thanks for dropping by. The Weird Magnet(tm) in my forehead appears to be operating at peak efficiency, so the stories should keep on coming….
