Bugs

I am smarter than I look, thank you, but I look like a muppet having a bad hair day, so that's not saying much. I am also smarter than the average bear, and they're pretty smart, but they don't test well.

The funny thing about all this, dear AnnaRay, is that some of the stuff in your head actually is interesting; you just don't let it out, unless you're writing about it for the newspaper. How many times have we had this conversation:

JB: What are you reading?
AR: A book.

Sometimes it varies:

JB: What are you reading?
AR: A magazine.

Ok, it's true that I never hear a thing you say after the words, "Dean Smith," and I think you did bring up that Gettysburg figure at dinner once, only to have me look at you like there was a tree growing out of your head and change the subject, but that thing about Ireland? Come on! You know I'd want to hear about that. Also, bugs are fascinating. Just ask The Boy, who spent the better part of the morning pointing out two ants he was following around the deck - TWO ants! TWO ants! TWO ants! And then a third one showed up, and it was orange, and that was truly mind blowing.

Did you know that in Arizona they use dung beetles to clear the fields of cow poop?

Just fascinating.