A Visit to the Bug-Infested Mud Hole

It’s raining at the moment - barely - and I’m thinking about the college.

Sam and I went over to the college last night. The mission was to bring his metal detector so he could look for loose change after this past weekend’s music festival. While we were there, we strolled past the duck-less duck pond.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen the water so low. It was so depressing that I didn’t even bother to take a picture of it.

Two weeks ago.

The last time we were at the "pond" was a couple of weeks ago. At that time, while the water wasn’t anywhere near duck-inducing levels, it seemed to be fine for the frogs and turtles - at least the ones we saw - and we saw plenty. Considering how bug-infested the place was, maybe it was even ideal for them.

But with little rain over the last couple of weeks, I’m not sure that even the frogs and turtles are enjoying it - despite it still being pretty buggy. I kind of feel bad for them.

Now, the rain that was falling earlier has stopped, serving only to make the air even more humid than it already was. So much for filling the pond. So much for my mental images of frolicking frogs and turtles, singing and high-fiving it as they danced together under low, dark clouds in the still-falling rain. So much for the celebratory bug-roasting feast that I imagined they would be having tonight.

This really stinks. First the ducks go. Are the frogs and turtles next? What then? Will Sam and I be reduced to visiting a muddy depression in the ground, remembering better days - all the while swatting at mosquitoes as they try to suck up our blood? If that happens, it's almost not even worth going.