itsmecindi
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Fred and Jake built a very respectable hog trap in the woods out behind the house and Jake and I went out to check it this evening to see if it had caught anything. Nope.
On the way back there Jake stopped to pick a bunch of oranges to use for bait. By the time he got done prying them open with his fingernails and squeezing the juice all over the place his hands were all sticky so we went down to the creek so that he could wash up. On the way down there he said something that made my heart stop.
"You know this is the best water in the county down here in this creek don't you?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean it's good. Fresh and cool and clean."
"Like for drinking?"
"Yeah."
"Jake tell me you have not been drinking out of this creek."
This is a wet weather creek. It only has water flowing in it when we have had a lot of rain. Furthermore we are surrounded by orange groves, hence the run off into it is bound to be packing toxic levels of pesticides, herbicides and other unfreindly-cides that I probably don't know anything about. I explained all this to him.
"Well I only drink from it when it's running."
"Well, duh, it runs all the time if it has any water in it at all. Don't you ever let me catch you drinking out of that thing again."
"I know what I'm doing, it's all right."
I stopped and looked him in the eye.
"Okay, let me rephrase that, if I catch you drinking out of it I'll take that stick over there and beat you til you can't move, now is that clear?"
"Well, dang, you don't need to get all mad."
"Tell me that when your packing around your liver like a siamese twin."
Ha ha ha. He thought that was very funny. Just about the time you think you can let them out of your sight for five minutes....bang, they prove you wrong. Maybe if he starts glowing in the dark he'll get a clue.
On the way back there Jake stopped to pick a bunch of oranges to use for bait. By the time he got done prying them open with his fingernails and squeezing the juice all over the place his hands were all sticky so we went down to the creek so that he could wash up. On the way down there he said something that made my heart stop.
"You know this is the best water in the county down here in this creek don't you?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean it's good. Fresh and cool and clean."
"Like for drinking?"
"Yeah."
"Jake tell me you have not been drinking out of this creek."
This is a wet weather creek. It only has water flowing in it when we have had a lot of rain. Furthermore we are surrounded by orange groves, hence the run off into it is bound to be packing toxic levels of pesticides, herbicides and other unfreindly-cides that I probably don't know anything about. I explained all this to him.
"Well I only drink from it when it's running."
"Well, duh, it runs all the time if it has any water in it at all. Don't you ever let me catch you drinking out of that thing again."
"I know what I'm doing, it's all right."
I stopped and looked him in the eye.
"Okay, let me rephrase that, if I catch you drinking out of it I'll take that stick over there and beat you til you can't move, now is that clear?"
"Well, dang, you don't need to get all mad."
"Tell me that when your packing around your liver like a siamese twin."
Ha ha ha. He thought that was very funny. Just about the time you think you can let them out of your sight for five minutes....bang, they prove you wrong. Maybe if he starts glowing in the dark he'll get a clue.
