There’s a frog on my window. She’s pretty quiet, not like some of the other frogs around. Some croak, but some make this deep vibrating noise that almost sound like high-voltage power lines being used for jump roping.
Today I saw termites swarming an old tree stump in the backyard. It was magical. Out of nowhere came thousands of small white wings, being pushed and tugged by the wind, spreading thin like living smoke. After a few minutes they all just disappeared, as if they’d never been.
Last night when I arrived I was greeted with hugs, apricot wine and re-heated jumbalaya.
I was then introduced to a pair of baby bunnies who have just been added to the family. I was then told about the hazards of having domesticated bunnies in the lands of thunderstorms. Apparently it’s quite common for bunnies who are kept as household pets to succumb to heart attacks during thunder storms. The loud noises create a fear response, and since they can’t run away from the storm, the bunnies die. So bunnies do better when they’re brought inside during thunderstorms, so they can be held and reassured when they get frightened.
The Moral of the Story: CUDDLE YOUR BUNNIES EVERY TIME IT RAINS.