Punctuation Police

People at work know that the only two times I've nearly lost my temper, the issue was bad writing.

Just so you know I'm not the only crazy person (and that you can find a blog about anything) may I present The Blog of Unnecessary Quotation Marks.

Stinkbug

This morning, as I shuffled across the kitchen to feed the cats, so they'd get out of the way while I poured my coffee, I unconsciously stepped over a stinkbug. I heard myself saying, "Oh, great. A stinkbug. It must be getting warmer."

Some people get swallows. Or robins. Or crocuses. My harbinger of spring is a stinkbug.

My photo of a stinkbug is on my other computer. So rather than drag myself downstairs again to boot up the other computer or take another picture, I lazily googled stinkbug. Wow. Other people have much prettier stinkbugs than I have. Of course, mine is not the "true" stinkbug. Mine is technically a leaf-footed bug - which happens to have the same delightful ability as stinkbugs, to release a strong scent when disturbed. I don't happen to think it stinks, but most people do.

It turns out that other people have prettier leaf-footed bugs than I do, too. By now the coffee's kicking in, so I went back to take a picture. Okay. Close up he's kind of good-looking. Not colorful, but not bad.

My point, and I do have one, is that if I didn't have this habit of blogging in the morning while I listen to Washington Journal, I wouldn't have paid much attention to the stinkbug. I certainly wouldn't have seen the pictures of other species of stinkbugs or read enough about them to learn that there are only two families of bugs that release this scent when disturbed: Coreidae, like mine and maybe next time I look it up I'll remember the name of the other family.

Will I ever need to know this? Probably not. But I was planning to write about economics and this was more fun.

Like Sands Through the Hourglass

I don't mean to make this all-deer-all-the-time. But it's a real soap opera out there.

Remember earlier this month our herd of two became four. And they co-existed peacefully for a couple of weeks.


But recently the mama deer has decided there's not enough spilled birdfeed for four. She's been aggressively chasing off the two that are apparently not related to her.

Happy Groundhog Day

Yet another new beginning.

If I turn my back on the shadows, can I get an early spring, too? It's worth a try.

Thanks, again, to Jack Lambert.