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Flesh-Burrowing Flea in Florida (Tunga Penetrans)

So imagine a flea that crawls instead of hops that lodges between your toes, burrowing in until only its booty hole sticks out of it’s blood-swollen body. Through it’s booty hole it breathes, mates and ejects strings of sticky eggs. Lovely, right? This is tunga penetrans, “penetrans” because it’s a penetrating flea. It is supposed … Continue reading

I Got the Cone of Uncertainty Blues

I live in Florida, where news shows used to jack up their ratings by calling the projected path of a hurricane The Cone of Death. The Cone of Death is approaching Tampa! Pretty dramatic, aye? Trouble is, hurricanes do what they want and having sent the whole city of Tampa shrieking up I-75, the hurricane … Continue reading

Suwannee River Fairies

I can see the Suwannee River outside my window-it’s a jungle out there, folks. When I first moved here and was lonely, I imagined the river banks populated with fairies and even wrote and illustrated a book to that effect. When I told people who lived here all their lives it was fiction, they said, … Continue reading

Show me your phobia and I’ll show you mine

C’mon, admit it-you have a phobia. What is it? The bad news yesterday was that a big banana spider had webbed up my front door during the night. The good news was that I wasn’t the first person out that door. “I hated to kill it,” my son-in-law said, “but I walked right through the … Continue reading

Hypnotized by Waterspouts

I watched a waterspout once, as it formed in the Gulf of Mexico; it waved and approached the shore like a charmed cobra. It was beautiful and fascinating and my inner smart person suggested that maybe it was dangerous? But this time, like so many times, I ignored my inner smart person, hypnotized by the … Continue reading

You should dress modestly (and the standard changes every 100 miles)

What is modest dress? What is indecent dress? It seems that depends entirely on local public opinion, and that opinion can change from one city to the next. In the days before widely-available photos of naked people, the library copy of National Geographic opened automatically to pictures of native women going about bare-breasted. It opened … Continue reading