Last time I had internet access I had a list of things I had to look up. For one thing, I had to find out what kind of frog I found in my bathroom, and how to take care of it and feed it. Can you believe that 15 or 20 years ago people who found frogs in their bathroom would have to go to the library and find a book about frogs? And failing that, they would have to talk to strangers who might know more about frogs than they do. TALK TO STRANGERS! Ugh! Just kidding. I like talking to strangers as much as I like talking to anyone. Especially people I will never see again. That way there's no pressure to be on your best behavior or to try to be normal, and without the pressure it is, ironically, a lot easier to be normal. Weird.
Anyway, I took excellent care of the frog and he was eating the live flies I caught for him, and I think he also ate the centipede I found. He was looking fat and moist and happy, and then one morning I looked in his home and he was gone. He escaped. I crawled around on my knees looking for him for a while, but I didn't find him. He's gone. Now I realize that I have given you the impression that my house is full of flies (dead and alive), centipedes, frogs and god knows what else. I can just imagine the pictures you have in your head of my life style and living space. I can't deny that yes, I do, apparently live among flies (alive and dead), centipedes, the occasional frog among other things; but despite experiencing at least four of the ten biblical plagues while sitting in my living room, it is quite pleasant and comfortable. This is rural life, people! We live with the wild life and without the internet! I am exactly like Laura Ingalls Wilder. I'm going to start telling people Mitch's real name is Manly. (Remember? Laura was married to Almonzo "Manly" Wilder?)