One of our favorite summertime activities is catching crawdads. Last night was our first time this year, and it proved to be very fruitful. We just tie chickenlegs on to a piece of string and toss it out into the water, wait a little while and then drag them in and scoop the critters up in a net. This is done at night when the crawdads are most active. We let the crawdads soak in fresh water overnight. Today, for lunch, we will have a crawdad boil!
We heard movement in the woods behind our little basecamp and figured it was a raccoon, but never did I think the animal would show itself, let alone raid our picnic. There were in fact 2 raccoons that came to visit, including this nursing female who boldly helped herself to Becca's sandwich.
I have decided that coffee is not responsible for my insomnia. I have also decided that it is no coincidence that my resumed consumption of coffee after one coffee-free and fart-free day resulted in a fresh batch of butt-gas. One can only conclude that there is a relationship between coffee drinking and flatulation. I think I smell a Nobel Prize here... or maybe its just a Folgers Fart.