Friday, January 25, 2008

Fred, the shop steward



Where is Fred now? I wonder with numb fingers and runny nose.

My warm weather friend, the shop steward is gone.

We often crossed paths as he made his rounds or viewed his domain from a jar of screws.

I suspect he's out cold in a box of my books, while I putz around freezing my butt off in the dead of winter.

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  1. He craps on my books when looking for silverfish in the garage, but since he eats the silverfish he is welcome.

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  2. Fred reminds me of the time I was one of Joe Hall's instructors
    in "Natural History of Vertebrates" class and out collecting. I found a Northern Alligator lizard and put it in my empty binocular case. About an hour later I opened the case and there were several young Alligator lizards crawling around with "mamma". I released all except one. It became a pet that I nurtured in a Terrarium for nearly a year before releasing it. It's name was Gerr.

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  3. I think you had more fun on those field trips than I did.

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