NW Florida. Not legal to grab them, but I’ve moved some to my swampy camp in the boondocks. Growing some in a buried trashcan pond, getting seeds to spread around.

Dry them in the sun, reduces wear a great deal. Also nukes fungi.

I water all my indoor plants with rainwater, makes a stunning difference.

I’ve seen both conditions with pitcher plants, don’t know what to think.

The swamp down the street is packed with nutrients, has to be, and that’s where I’ve seen them thrive. OTOH, I’ve seen fields of them where it’s marshy, but I’d guess the soil is thin like everywhere else around here.

I didn’t truly understand how much energy incandescent were burning. Grew up with nothing but those.

One night my AC crapped out in my tiny apartment so I killed the lights except one in a far corner. The air was so still I could reach my hand out and sense the heat from a 60W bulb.

One of those saved my ass on a solo, overnight kayaking trip. I mostly brought beer, ice and food in my tow-behind cooler because I had a Life Straw.

The trip was hell, most difficult thing I’ve ever done, wasn’t sure I’d make it out. Was good on water until the next day when I finally broke out onto the main creek.

Cut the top off a can and sucked down 7 refills of creek water. Tasted exactly like warm, flat, tap water.

the EPA hadn’t killed them with poorly written standards

Thank you! I see so many people blaming the manufacturers for greed. No, the EPA killed the small truck. Perfect example of well-meaning laws paving the road to hell.

And so is every Coke bottle with 5 times the plastic. And so is every store-bought coffee. Yet… silence. 🦗🦗🦗

What about bottles? Far more energy requires to melt and pour glass. No one says a word about single use.

Never found a K-cup on the beach or trail, but I pack plastic bags to haul trash and sometimes load 2 or 3.

Yes, it’s a waste, but the whole thing was blown way the hell out of proportion.

I hike, kayak, canoe, whatever, all over the place. Every plastic bottle I pick up contains, what, 5 times the plastic? I pick up a LOT. And nobody thinks twice or raises a fuss.

We use a Keurig, but either with plastic refill cups or paper bags my wife brings home from the hotel.

The vegemite sandwiches are enough to keep me away.

“Fifty thousand years ago there were these three guys spread out across the plain and they each heard something rustling in the grass. The first one thought it was a tiger, and he ran like hell, and it was a tiger but the guy got away. The second one thought the rustling was a tiger and he ran like hell, but it was only the wind and his friends all laughed at him for being such a chickenshit. But the third guy thought it was only the wind, so he shrugged it off and the tiger had him for dinner. And the same thing happened a million times across ten thousand generations - and after a while everyone was seeing tigers in the grass even when there were`t any tigers, because even chickenshits have more kids than corpses do. And from those humble beginnings we learn to see faces in the clouds and portents in the stars, to see agency in randomness, because natural selection favours the paranoid. Even here in the 21st century we can make people more honest just by scribbling a pair of eyes on the wall with a Sharpie. Even now we are wired to believe that unseen things are watching us.”

― Peter Watts, Echopraxia

Unsweet tea. Wife has made green tea for the last few batches, liking that even more.

If I’m outdoors, kayaking or hiking or whatever, I carry frozen water.

Used to mean hygienic care. “Performing your toilet” in the morning used to encompass washing your face, brushing your teeth, whatever it is that a given person does to clean up. Makes a good generic term for all that, without including particular acts.

The Industrial Revolution absolutely exploded the world, good call.

In the Discworld books witches are much like local doctors. There’s a young witch that can’t convince a family to move the privy away from the garden, which is making them sick. She tries to explain there are tiny, tiny animals that are coming from the poop and that’s what’s making them ill. They smile politely and don’t change anything.

The old witch comes along and it explains that the problem is the goblins in the outhouse and to move it far away from the garden. They happily do so.

Agreed. All the drillers have to do is ride. OTOH, neither group would fare well learning to drill in microgravity.

We pay our city councilmen $6,000/yr. The “big” city of which we’re a suburb pays them $27,000.

Same age. Dad taught me to always clean the windshield when we filled up. Yeah.

I don’t care for Dylan or the Beatles. At least I understand the ground-breaking work of the Beatles, but Dylan is incomprehensible.

They’re easy to swat. Two things: They always launch backwards and the react to shadows.

Creep slow from behind. If you have to cause a shadow, move very slowly. They jump into your fist.