I am sometimes thankful for my quirky tree-hugging bug-watching moss-enraptured tendencies through a life of biology-watching. It makes for endless entertainment and cheap diversion, these natural objects that would seem disgusting or be invisible to most other eyes. Case in point, the dry wad of globby-greenness from the sandy edge of the coastal NC road we walked along with the grand daughters yesterday. Others were embarassed by my interest in nothing apparent–a grown man down on his knees oohing and ahhing that way over …

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