It’s been a while since I’ve posted any snakehead links, so here’s “Snakehead found in river near Annapolis” from the Washington Post.
I just got some books out of the library about snakeheads, but I haven’t read them yet so I have nothing cogent to add.
Happy World Snake Day!
Celebrate anyway you want, but please don’t celebrate at my house.
The New York Times (via the Texas tribune) posted an entertaining article about the Texas roadside attraction and pop culture icon, The Snake Farm. “Snake Farm’s Charms Still Casting Spells.”
I made another half-hearted effort last night to get to the roots of World Snake Day but ended up back here in my 2005 archives that linked to the last time I tried to figure out who declared July 16 World Snake Day. Someday I’ll expend the extra hour and get to the bottom of this holiday. In the meantime, I say just go have a drink and toast the serpent world. It’s not a group of creatures you want to have pissed off at you. (Hissed off?)
It’s probably wrong to kick off World Oceans Day with a midnight Sealab 2021 marathon.
We had a row of trees planted along the side of our yard.
The trees looked too austere all in a row, with nothing else around them. I’m up to my ass in Shasta Daisies and Coneflowers so I did some transplanting.
In the months since I moved them, the plants are doing extremely well and have been multiplying and flowering like wildfire.
All except one. One of them died.
I planted another one. That one died.
I amended the soil and planted again.
Tonight as the sun was starting to set on my yard we joked that some ancient evil had been buried in that small spot in the yard.
Then I remembered…something did happen there. That’s where I buried The Creature.
Terrific. Now I apparently need an opossum exorcist. Why is gardening so hard? Martha Stewart never warned me about this.
TBD has declared this week Snakehead Week and posted a fab compendium of snakehead videos for your enjoyment.