Bloggin by the Beach: Back Home

Well I am back from the beach in Delaware. It was a nice time though I much prefer tidepools and rocky shores to explore. This was my first time to Delaware and to a east coast beach (in my memory anyways). While South Bethany Beach was great, I was amazed at how built up the area was. Lot of condos and houses, no shortages of tourist shoppes and restaurants. I am no stranger to urban sprawl of course, but it seems out east here they build upon any possible substrate available. If its not available they fill in a marsh to make it available! I really to go back though when the kids are older and do more outdoors activities. We passed by lots of great marsh that I'm just betting is hiding all sorts of great finds. I'll have to pack a kayak and my dry bag next time. It was nice to have some warm ocean water though! Can't barely wade in California's water without going numb.

Though the ride down was probably one of the most stressful times of our lives, my wife had the brilliant idea of driving back at night while the kids are sleeping. Lets say we shaved off about 4 hours (compared to driving down during the day)! There is lots to catch up on! Some great articles in the last week or two and of course a new Spineless Song. Since I didn't have internet access this week and missed the Tuesday Toon, I leave it here below!

Accessed from the late Charlie Drewes website at Iowa State.

Bonus song lyrics, found by my officemate/labmate/neighbour S.A.L.-P. (interesting arrangement of initials... props go to the first person to recognize what phylum the initials belong to...).

The Worms Crawl In
from Ronald Shimek's A Spineless Column at Reefkeeping

Don't you ever laugh as a hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And cover you up from your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
And then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it out on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.