If you perchance find a drowned mouse in your outdoor watering can, it is wise to just quietly dispose of it and avoid letting any dramatic animal lovers who might be residing with you know anything about it. Throw the corpse in your hedge and move on.
Apparently I am allergic to a striped fly that buzzes around some Northern Minnesota lakes. We headed to a cabin for the last weekend in July, and every time one of those striped flies bit me (and they really seemed to love me) I would get a welt larger than a softball. By the time we left, one of my feet was swollen enormously and the other one had issues as well. 48 hours later things perked up.
At the piano an accompaniment for The Banana’s violin piece is consuming all of my learning time. Orchestra reductions are often not my friends.
Rosemary bread, fresh basil and fresh mozzarella make a delicious combination.