hymn number seven hundred and twenty one bung up bung up for creepers and catch their windings slow bung up bung up till nethers for aught were naught to go fear not the slaughter bloody twot sup his big big nose and cheep of evening splendors returns with dust of snow verse two sing ho diddle diddle bung up bung up for creepers and count your guardians slow bung up bung up for ever drive home with flag and pole no moscow door will see us or fires at camp contain with rising song at dawn we sow seed upon the plain The Ants, but Not the Newts, Go For a SwimTis a forest where we live, so we have that set of natural laws, but there are also human rules for domestic spaces, which is to say rules for interior living and for surfaces that are interior to that interior. In our garden we have big firs, three feet across the base. Poisonous salamanders live in the ground below. They require just a little caution when planting stuff. You just handle them with gloves. Carpenter ants roam surfaces, seeking out rot. They get everyone's attention, with their big black bodies and wandering ways. The university extension program leaflet on this subject counsels not panicking when you see carpenter ants indoors; they may be only scouts looking for a water source. I caught one or more in the dishwasher the other night and since it's not bob-a-job week, I'm afraid I closed the door and just pressed start. He or she or they found plenty of water.
David Ritchie, not swallowing (see ref below) in Portland, Oregon http://www.caudata.org/cc/articles/toxin2.shtml