What do you do on a gray rainy day when you’re feeling dark and gloomy?
Well, if you’re like I was yesterday, you’d spend it overdosing on jelly beans while watching CraveTV. I preferred not to have a repeat of yesterday, so today in an attempt to evict the pity-party that had moved in, I forced myself to go outside and face the unpromising day.
My target destination was an inner city ravine called Glen Stewart that I had read about but really didn’t know the area. What could be a better mood booster than getting outdoors and walking in nature? – rain or no rain!
The gods were smiling upon me because not only did the rain stop when I approached my destination, but I actually found street parking directly in front of the entrance.
This day was starting to look up.
I discovered a richly verdant valley and the only noise I could hear was from the many birds arguing up in the trees … at least from the volume, I assumed they were arguing.
Squirrels, birds, and the sounds of burbling water was all I could hear. The self-absorbed pout I had felt since yesterday was starting to slide off my shoulders as I ventured further into the deep green city forest.
However, as I stopped to take numerous photos, I suddenly noticed something that made my skin crawl. Was that what I thought it was?!!
OMG!! Wormy things! Hundreds and thousands of tiny crawling black wormy things EVERYWHERE!!
I did a quick mental check to confirm I hadn’t actually touched anything, and then firmly instructed myself to stay away from the railings. I’ll respect my distance, and I expected them to respect their’s.
I continued – although with considerably more caution now.
It was still good.
Humidity hung in the air and everything was such an impossible intensity of green. If it wasn’t for the vegetation, I could almost imagine myself in a rain forest near the equator.
I was starting to feel a little warm and loosened up the scarf around my neck.
Wait! What’s this?!!
GAAAAAAHHHHH!!! There were wormy things on my scarf!!
Trying to pretend I was an adult and NOT panic, I started to strip off my sweater and scarf while maintaining a minimum level of decorum. I think.
In my current state of ALMOST-not-panic, I couldn’t be entirely sure I was successful.
As I’m frantically trying to brush all the little cling-ons off my sweater and scarf, I notice them on my legs. Holy-Crap-On-A-Stick!!
Obviously they were falling out of the trees onto me. In self-defense, I opened my umbrella and practically sprinted back to the car. My suspicions were confirmed when I subsequently found more cling-ons on my umbrella.
I threw everything into the trunk of my car and then – trying to appear reasonably sane – I approached a nearby couple and asked if there were any wormy things on my back or in my hair that I couldn’t see. By this point my hair was doing an Einstein impression caused by me frantically trying to brush imagined wormy things off my head.
With a smile they assured me I was ok, but they both laughed with the comment ‘they’re so much smaller than you are’.
My mother would have said that. So would my husband.
But I don’t know why anyone would say that, because I doubt it’s ever made anyone feel better.
Nature 1. City Girl 0.