I’ve been called upon to rescue another critter. Not a turtle, this time, or a snake, but a newt (I think).
The crazy little feller had hopped into a plastic pan filled with water and couldn’t get out. If I hadn’t heard his silent newtonian screams, he’d have been a goner. MomGoth to the rescue! Yay, me!
Ain’t he a cute li’l skriggler?
ALSO: I was cutting sweet potatoes on my mandolin and I nicked my thumb. So I am hurted. But not very very hurted. Charlie came to my aid with an adhesive bandage (or, for my British friends, a sticking plaster).
Speaking of friends, I got a wonderful phone call from Beth (Moore) Johnson, a friend I’ve known for a month or so longer than I’ve know JANE! I know, right? She’s kept in touch through the years by means of an annual letter, and we’ve friended each other on Facebook. We talked for an hour, and could have talked for any number of hours more, as if we’ve never been apart. That’s friendship. 🙂
AND: I’ve been putting together a collection of my science fiction short stories, which will probably be released fairly early in 2015. I’m thinking of calling it THE WOMAN WHO WASN’T A SHAVETAIL, after one of the stories in it. All but one of the stories have been published previously here or there; the final story in the collection hasn’t been published anywhere else. What do you think of that title?
It being Tuesday, I’m posting at Fatal Foodies on the topic of the tail end of the farmers’ market.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character is called upon to rescue someone or something often thought of as icky.
MA
Jane
October 21, 2014 at 9:20amHi, Beth!
Good luck in the Northern Wilds!
Marian, I’m not entirely sure I’m getting friendly with your proposed title. Hmm. For one thing, it’s not science-fictiony. And it could use more punch. Like Dead Guy etc. But…there’s always the cover art to consider. That could change the whole game, eh?
I already told you the icky story of all time:
I was relaxing in my bath when Goober (a cat) jumped his front feet up on the tub’s edge, looking in on me. And when I peered up at his sweet face, there was a roach head, complete with swirling antennae, peeking out from his little kitty lips!!!!! He was all prepared to dump it in the tub and commence cat on bug play.
I was all, “Spit that thing out right now! I mean, don’t! Not in the tub NOOOOOOO!”
He deposited it on the floor and did the play thing there. I think he got it from the basement and had figured out a great way to tilt the playing field in his direction. This also clarified why I had begun finding dead bugs in my tub. 😉
Marian Allen
October 21, 2014 at 12:27pmEeeewwwwwwwww! Quick, where’s the Mr. Yuck emoticon???