This is a better idea for a few reasons: I'll be in Provo instead of Salt Lake City, which will be more pleasant for me. I will maybe, possibly be able to work with her instead of getting whatever random job that people will hire me for, and that would be nice. Also, I'll still be in California in a couple weekends or whatever day it is that my best friend from high school is getting married. And considering that she's been engaged for like two years and will be disappointed if I don't attend, I want to be there.
So, while I was really hoping to meet Petra before she left and be friends with Tolkien Boy for longer before he moves; alas, I'm still in California.
Also in California are my father and my little brothers who returned from their three week trip to Minnesota. I heard my favorite story about their trip yesterday.
"What happened to your foot?" I asked Seven when I noticed some pinkish spots.
Part was from his sandal rubbing his foot wrong, and the other spot was from....a leech!
"WHAT?" I exclaimed.
"A leech. From camping." He had actually returned from swimming and then later someone noticed them.
"Huh." He didn't think anything of it.
"There were twenty," he added. "Only one big one, though."
"So you had twenty leeches on your foot?"
"Yeah, at least."
"Did they hurt?"
"No."
"What did they feel like?"
"Nothing." (And tonight he explained that when leeches first bite things, they numb the area so that what they're biting doesn't realize it's being bitten.)
"How big were they?"
"Um, the small ones were about the size... (he showed me something about an inch long), and the big one was about the size of (he showed me something about four inches long.)"
"How did you get them off?"
"Uh. Brian pulled them off. And one he had to kill and then pull it off." Apparently the little ones came off easily, but the big one was really attached. There was blood everywhere when they pulled it off.
A funny thing is, my brothers think nothing of it. They're like "oh, yeah, that. BUT a different time there was this HUGE STORM!!" and I"m like "uh huh, a storm. BUT tell me about the LEECHES!"
Who knew this kind of stuff actually happened?! I keep making Lake Lachrymose jokes that nobody appreciates. I enjoy them.
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Leeches were a common experience growing up for me. Salt takes them right off. In fact, at our cottage, we'd take a bucket and go looking for leeches---the hugest ones---and we'd put them in the bucket and then throw them on the fire one by one. They get hot, then they swell, then they pop, then they squeal as all the gases inside come out. It's great!
Interestingly enough, it was the small leeches that were more difficult to get off. My brothers were once playing in a leech nest without knowing it. When they came out of the water, their legs were covered with hundreds of tiny, baby leeches. Nothing that a good salting won't fix.
i love lemony snicket. leeches seem so creepy.
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