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The title is in tribute to Professor V.J. Duke, who suggested that I post on this. It seemed only natural to make the title Punchy-ish, to me. 😉
Now, to get on to what I am really posting about.
I am sorry I have been so absent recently. It’s really a matter of college (which, I think, secretly wants to eat my soul, as I mentioned to the Professor earlier today.) But anyway, something that’s actually fit to print (or rather, two somethings, as the case proved) happened starting on Wednesday and ending on Friday.
On Friday morning, I had been innocently going about my business at my horticulture class, and I saw a daylily (hemercallis spp.) with an actual seed pod on it. Our daylilies at home look something like a cross between a regular lily and a firecracker. (Added to that, they’re a vibrant orange.) They actually have double petals, which is a hybrid thing, which is probably why I never saw them ever actually setting fruit.
Anyway, I thought that if I could get enough daylily seeds, maybe I could start them and grow some daylilies myself. The instructor did mention they would be easy to breed. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, as it turns out, I had a stowaway.
Hidden in one of the seedpods was a fat, round brown spider about the size of a large pea or a petite blueberry. And it must have been happy in my pocket–it was nice and warm, after all.
Anyway, I get home and I want to change after spilling something on my pants, so I take off my jeans and put on a skirt, and I go to take the daylily seeds out of my pocket, and while I’m at it, I feel something fuzzy and withdraw my hand. Oh look! It’s brown and a lot bigger than the other seeds… AUGH! It’s moving!
I jerked my hand away (I didn’t scream, though–you would be proud of me, beloved readers!) and picked up my jeans, holding them at arm’s length; took them to an area of the house with linoleum, and collected a clear plastic cup and a piece of card stock. Then, I move to flush the spider out of the pocket. However, by now the spider has moved to the waistband of the jeans, so I edge him off with the cup and onto the linoleum, trap him, slide my card stock under him, and my mother helps me take him outside.
Mission accomplished.
(Then I went back inside and did a bit of research to make sure I was not harboring a brown recluse *shudders* in my pocket, but that bit of the story is less glorious, so I’m leaving it out. 😉 )
The other story, which began on Wednesday, is a bit more puzzling, and it’s open ended to boot.
On Wednesday, my horticulture class was out and about, identifying plants for practice, and we had just gotten to the purple wintercreeper when I saw a pretty red berry in the foliage. I leaned down and picked it up. One of the boys from my class said, “Look, a snack!” I said, “I don’t think it is safe to eat,” and showed it to the instructor, who confirmed that it was probably from the nightshade family. The boy took it and offered it to me. “Enjoy.”
Two Days Later…
On Friday, I went back to the class and had a good time with some new friends I made. However, as we were all admiring the ‘Husker Red’ penstemon, the same boy offered me a mushroom of some unidentified type.
I think he’s making a habit of jokingly offering me things that may or may not be poisonous, but is he just being silly… or is he flirting?
What do you think?
Thanks for dropping by today, and God Bless!
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Flirting. 100% certain.
0_0 I should be worried, then…?
Since it’s you we are talking about, you will worry whether we tell you to or not 😛
And I told you so!
Hmph.
*smacks you over the head with the leather part of my throwing knife handle*
😛
Siri Manasses Tachi, are you stalking me?!
Since when did we agree on Siri’s middle name?!
And no, I am not, .
Not intentionally at any rate 😛
We didn’t. >:-D I’m just picking on you. X-P
So you’re sleep-stalking? 😛
Nah. Be flattered. Then if you’re not interested, just ignore him forever.
Okay. 😛 That, I can do.
I probably know less than you about college boys, but . . . it certainly sounds possible that he might be flirting. I suggest waiting to see how things develop. Though, I’m not sure how good my advice is, seeing as I have very few dealings with boys . . .
Also, I would’ve screamed over the spider. You are obviously braver than I am.
I think I’ll be careful 😛
Actually, I’ve only learned not to react violently… When I tense up after my dad says my name, he doesn’t like it. 😛
Good idea.
Why would you tense up after your dad says your name?
‘Cause I’m normally in trouble for something when he does, and I always feel so sad–I really want his approval.
Ah.
🙂
I still hold to my original opinion on the boy and the mushroom… 😉
And I still can’t believe you released that thing!
What’s wrong with the bottoms of your boots?
*snorts*
What thing? And why would something be wrong with the bottoms of my boots?! It’s the bottoms of my Birkenstocks that are the problem!!!
The spider of course!
And I was inquiring about the condition of the bottom of your boots because you neglected to make use of them and aforementioned insect!
Why should I squish an innocent spider? Iris, dear, you may not be aware of this, but I may have just changed the course of the future by not squishing that spider, as the Doctor might say!
Also, I was not wearing boots at the time, I was barefoot, and I don’t like the idea of spider guts on my bare soles. Besides, with all the cranky grooves in the soles of people’s boots, the spider could have escaped unscathed, or only half-scathed. Really, the Birkenstocks would have been a better weapon, even if they had been new. And I’ve worn them so much that the treads are all gone and I slip on the crosswalks when they’re wet. I need new Birkenstocks. And new tennis shoes, for the same reason. Perhaps Mom will help me find some new ones. I doubt that I can wear hers; my feet are a size larger.
How dare you play the Doctor card!
*humph*
*rolls eyes* If you had time to grab a glass you had time to grab a boot.
Then you rub the boot on the floor, my dear, to make sure it did not hid in a groove.
Off topic, but I love shoe shopping 🙂 I haven’t been in ages…
What if I simply didn’t want to clean up the mess that would make? (Hint: I would not force Jewel to do it!) And why on earth do you want me to kill this spider? I’ve killed wolf spiders by washing them down the drain, you know.
I’ll go talk to Mom about it now…
A spider no bigger then a small blueberry? Wouldn’t have even taken half of a tissue to clean up…
Honestly, you come up with some of the oddest reasons for things… 😛
Though my little sister Kitty takes the cake.
Yesterday when Mom told her to change her shoes for church (she’d had off-white ones that didn’t go with the dress) she protested “But it’s after Labor Day”.
Didn’t help her at all, but it gave the rest of us a good laugh.
No, its ABDOMEN was no bigger than a small blueberry. The rest of the spider made it bigger than a small blueberry. (It was an ugly codger.)
Aren’t you supposed to NOT wear white after Labor Day? I’m confused…
And that is funny. (It’s also not surprising, really, seeing that she and I have the same first name, albeit spelled different. It’s a curse of people named __________.)
All the more reason to have squished it and be done with it! 😛
Yes (I think.. I almost never wear white anyway) and her normal church shoes ARE white.
To be honest, it was Dad who told her to say that if Mom said anything about her outfit.
What? Are you saying you-with-that-name are the only people who can come up with bad excuses for simple things? 😛
Hmph. Why on earth are we arguing whether or not I should have squished a spider!? Seems like kind of an odd thing to argue over…
Ah. 😛 Your dad sometimes does the oddest things. 😛 But it’s a dad thing, anyway. All dads do at times. 😛
No. As a matter of fact, you are VERY good at that. X-P And though your name has eight letters, too, you are obviously NOT named __________. It’s just more common in people named that. 😛
i don’t know! i just like to argue. Especially when it’s about something so commonplace and ridiculous. 😛
Hey! I take great offense!
And it’s 9 letters, not 8.
Now I suggest dropping it, unless you want to reveal our secret identities. 😛
I suggest dropping it about the spider! I don’t like killing things, unless they are ugly house centipedes! Case dismissed!
You are now annoyed, and I am satisfied. The topic has served its purpose and is now dropped. 😛
*scowls like Halt* *chases you with the mop* I can’t chase you with a broom, for obvious reasons. >:-D
*throws a chicken at you as a distraction. Runs off* 😛
Very funny you.
*evades the chicken and pelts you with blackberries*
You knew it was going to happen, sooner or later… *does dramatic pose*
*laughs* Thanks, Erin. What adventures you’re having!
About the boy…I would suppose he’s just trying to be friendly. Perhaps next time he offers you something…you can bop him on the head with one of your throwing knives. The handle, of course.
Some of them are odd, some are human, and some are beyond words, I think 😛
I don’t know. I’m generally cautious about who I bop on the head. I have to keep up my secret identity as a perfectly normal person, after all. 😛
Yes. That’s the safest thing to do. It seems like you’re really studying cool stuff, too!
It is! Except when it’s not. Which is generally when the chapters in the book are too long and confusing. Oh well. At least I have an extra few hours to catch up on the book and I will come up with a good question to ask for Chapter Three!
Forget what I said about it being not. It’s all awesome. The material is, anyway. The metamaterial isn’t. 😛
Well, there’s always dadblamery involved everywhere.
Naturally. 😛
Awesome, I like your adventures – you are very brave! I had a spider in my bath the other day that was so huge I didn’t have a glass big enough to trap it. I haven’t been offered anything poisonous, though, so I guess I have had it a little easier than you. 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Wow, that must have been huge… I didn’t know you got spiders like that in the UK! (Glass bowls are handy. 😉 ) I would never try to trap a spider or other insect in anything but glass or clear plastic, though, because that way I can clearly see what I’m doing. (Whoops! There goes a pun.)
One time I actually used a cup to trap a mouse! It must have been either blind, sick or too complacent for its own good, or it never would have held still long enough otherwise.
Common consensus states that he’s probably flirting. I’ll just hang around with my friends, in that case. 😛
It was a harvest spider, they are pretty big but generally harmless. Although if they nip you it can cause pain and swelling, but nothing more.
I think he was flirting, bless him. I would keep an eye on that young man if I were you.
Ah. I thought for a moment that it was a harvestman (similar name, though not the same thing) or a daddy-long-legs.
I will; the trick will be to not let him know that I am. 😛