Now if you live where snow falls, or it does not, imagine a pristine, apparently clean white/black sand beach, in the Atlantic, Pacific, or Caribbean. Take your pick.
I am not sure about my indifference toward beaches anywhere. Was it consequence of seeing one for the first time in third grade? Is it the glare, stickiness, heat, bathrooms that will make you, tourist, vomit your heart out?
Be optimistic, look at the glass half fool, look again at the clean beach, lake, or river, thanks to the Volunteer Environmental Beach/Lake/River, FOOLS Garbage Collectors spreading as spores here.
Just do not visit the public bathroom and imagine yourself with a daikiri with a theoretically Puertorican rum. There is no sugar cane to find anywhere, except in some invader garden, or in a museum photograph. Or a beer.
After further conversation with the dermatologist this is the story.
The disease: Cutaneus larva migrans
I kept wondering, and discovered the last possible reason. The house next door is the water closet for Farrukito's
There, in the sandy soil, somewhat deep, is the only source for a fern like , Asparagus cetaceus. It was fashionable, decades ago and so pretty that it was part of any orchid corsage 3/4 decades ago in proms, weddings and that kind of crap. I am almost certain that was the day I got the migrans.
And the beaches? Well dear reader, the beach may look clean, but there is echoli in the water and if dogs or cats have left any poop, even when you do not see it, you will get it.
Time to go apagad e iros.
After the pine needles top dressing, the amount of snails has certainly decreased.
Slugs remain strong, but unlike before,
not hanging around the concrete floors, just on the walls, where I pick them up with the trowel and send them away.
If there is a god, then slugs, have some use in nature. To open your eyes checkthis out:
What can I write? It has changed somewhat my view. After all ornamentals are not edibles, a different story.