A co-worker pointed me in the direction of this moth, sitting silently on a wall and waiting for twilight so it could flit mindlessly around the nearest electrical light source.




The kids this week are fifth graders, which means they're talkative, neurotic, and don't like holding each others' hands during games that require it. One kid has hemophilia, so I keep worrying he's going to fall and hurt himself. Another kid fancies himself a professional lizard catcher. He tends to see things that don't exist, probably for the attention that it brings him. To his credit, he has caught a couple of different kinds of lizards and discovered a few other interesting things as well. He doesn't always get along well with the other kids though.

Yesterday's night hike was interesting too. There was something rustling in the bushes near where we sat down in the woods. Nearby Owls were engaging in a vigorous hooting contest. The kids were a bit nervous. This abated when we got to the telescopes set up on the lower field and looked at the moon and Saturn.

I'm not sure which kid first saw the baby Rattlesnake in the middle of the trail. Half of the group had already passed by when somebody shouted, "snake!". I ran back to look, fully expecting to find a baby Rattlesnake since it was almost exactly the same spot on the trail where I'd relocated one last November. I wasn't disappointed.




It's a good thing nobody picked it up.

At home, The Dickens is recovering from a couple of days of puking. She's still a bit listless, which is really odd for her. Hopefully nobody else will get it.