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There's always a curious metamorphosis that takes place out in the field.
At the beginning of the day I'm listening carefully to any bee-like buzzing, ready to jump up and get out of the way at the first sign that this tiny insect is within, say, fifteen feet of me (I might be slightly afraid of bees. Like them. Still afraid of them). By the end of the day, I'm hardly even registering the noise; and when I do, my attitude is more along the lines of: "You know what? If you're going to sting me you're just going to have to do it, because I am too damn tired to move."
At the beginning of the day I'm watching for things like: Am I going to sit on a soggy spot and soak my jeans through? Am I about to plop down on top of a thornbush? By the end of the day my standards are much lower. So long as I'm not going to sit on a hole full of snakes, I'm pretty okay with any variety of the ground. (Oh, it feels like I'm sitting on a catbrier and it's poking holes all along my leg! Well, that's okay. It's not bleeding, so I'm not moving.)
At the beginning of the day, mosquitos are SO OBNOXIOUS. That high-pitched buzzing noise when they are near your ear is the most irritating sound yet known to man. At the end of the day... ... that buzzing noise REMAINS OBNOXIOUS. Seriously, there is no getting used to that.
I thought I'd close my eyes last night and see nothing but Microstegium, which I counted yesterday ad nauseum. Instead I kept seeing catbriers. There were a lot of stickers at yesterday's site.
At the beginning of the day I'm listening carefully to any bee-like buzzing, ready to jump up and get out of the way at the first sign that this tiny insect is within, say, fifteen feet of me (I might be slightly afraid of bees. Like them. Still afraid of them). By the end of the day, I'm hardly even registering the noise; and when I do, my attitude is more along the lines of: "You know what? If you're going to sting me you're just going to have to do it, because I am too damn tired to move."
At the beginning of the day I'm watching for things like: Am I going to sit on a soggy spot and soak my jeans through? Am I about to plop down on top of a thornbush? By the end of the day my standards are much lower. So long as I'm not going to sit on a hole full of snakes, I'm pretty okay with any variety of the ground. (Oh, it feels like I'm sitting on a catbrier and it's poking holes all along my leg! Well, that's okay. It's not bleeding, so I'm not moving.)
At the beginning of the day, mosquitos are SO OBNOXIOUS. That high-pitched buzzing noise when they are near your ear is the most irritating sound yet known to man. At the end of the day... ... that buzzing noise REMAINS OBNOXIOUS. Seriously, there is no getting used to that.
I thought I'd close my eyes last night and see nothing but Microstegium, which I counted yesterday ad nauseum. Instead I kept seeing catbriers. There were a lot of stickers at yesterday's site.
