Fishing

Fishing
Originally uploaded by maffiaso.

So..... Leo has a FISHING pole now. Yesterday, I thought I would go with him to the river to be that outdoorsy girlfriend type. It was a little chilly and somewhat wet due to this rain spell we've been having.

So anyway, I threw on a hoodie and this big old army coat. I thought I LOOKED outdoorsy, and really, the outfit made me feel like that nature chick.

We got to the river. We crossed a bridge. We slid down a few rocks and frolicked on the river bank. Leo was casting off and I was admiring the little whirlpools in the ugly brown water, when all of a sudden I glanced at my arm and AHHHHH........A CATERPILLAR. "LEO!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!" Of course, while I was yelping all that, I had flung it off. Then he says to me, "wait a minute. You've got a bunch of them on you," or he said something to that effect. I can't remember word for word because I have since blocked it out of my memory. Anyway, off went the coat in a flurry. It wasn't over. I turned around and Leo found one on my hood. So that came off too. I spent the rest of my time there frantically scanning my entire body and all the pockets of the coat.

I wonder why they flocked to me? They were tent caterpillars and I'm thinking it was the damned army coat. They thought I was a tree. Sigh. That's what I get for trying to fit in. Next time, if there is one, I think I'll wear pink. Bright pink. Very UNnatural.

So am I nature girl? I don't know. I enjoy good scenery....as long as the scenery isn't crawling on me. And I can do without watching my guy pinch an earthworm in half with his thumbnail, and then wipe the slime onto his jeans. As fascinating as it is to me that men do that without batting a lash, it IS a little squeemish.