I recently started looking at the blog through the filter of Google Analytics. I've learned that nobody finds our blog using search engines. The only two searches that lead people to our blog were a search on my name (the person stayed less than one second) and a search for the phrase "gory blister." Well then. Having searched this phrase myself, I now know that Gory Blister is a "technical death metal band from Milan." Note to self: Do not confuse technical death metal bands with the non-technical variety.
Robb was out cycling today and heard a Northern Mockingbird going through its repertoire of songs. In the middle of this medley was a perfect imitation of a car alarm, ending with the boop-boop-boop sound of someone remotely turning off their alarm.
The snails and I are in a pitched battle for control of my garden. On Monday I threw one hundred and twenty of the slimy little bastards over the fence. I have tossed at least fifty snails every subsequent day. I really do wonder if I'm tossing the same snails, over and over again. I've briefly considered writing the date on the snails' shells, but touching snails is really disgusting, and the less I have to handle them the better. I will to admit to being a bit crazy, when it comes to snail hunting. I always count the snails as I catch them, and I try -- for no particular reason -- to find snails in multiples of five. If I've tossed eighteen snails, I have to keep looking until I find two more.
Robb rode his trike past a school group the other day, and elicited the following responses:
(Approvingly) "That's messed up.
(And from the teacher) "Wasn't that cool?"