Avery wrote:I have climbed the side of banks, hills, and mountains to reach that perfect branch full of yummy leaves.
I have waded thigh deep in the Pacific Ocean for those beautiful blades of seaweed that just would ebb up to me soon enough.
I have shuffled around marine organisms that were in the way of me getting to that HUGE clam shell.
I have thrown my back out TWICE replacing 300 lbs. of EE and sand. (Bedridden by way of substrate!)
I have driven 3 ½ hours to get to the best foraging spots in the rain forest here in my state. (yes, we have rain forest, and I didn’t take anything that I knew I couldn’t harvest! Always make sure before you harvest! But the BEST experiences EVER!)
I have become master of tide pooling!
I am the crazy lady picking up all the crab exo that the ocean spits out on the beach a couple times a year, miles and miles of walking!
I have lost thousands of hours of sleep in order to catch my most nocturnal LHC’s in action.
I have driven hundreds of hours in total, to adopt a crab who needed a loving home.
I think I got you beat!
I will search through beaches for barnicals and coral (I have soo many sun burns from this)
I will go into the bush to collect wild fruit for my crabs
I will touch icky, bug covered roses and other flowers just to collect petals (I wash them before serving)
I wash 4 bags of sand, and prepaire TEN bricks of EE just for digging
I spend lots of time at flea markets for the perfect crab climbing piece
I find a use for EVERYTHING.
I go to the store practically daily for fruits (everyday of the week, and twice on sundays).
I climb up TREES to pick branches and leaves for the crabbies
I have to smell the oders of silicone, wood stain, fresh moss, burnt plastic (whoops!) and many other oders, to create the perfect tank, tank lid, and in general, TANK.
.... shall I go on?