today we opted to skip out on the (house)fly-fishing and stopped in a local gas station for some minnows. problem is......evan. he's just like that big bunny cartoon who loves his pets to a literal death. poor molly - that girl hasn't a chance. it's a miracle she is still with us.
back to the bait.
evan CANNOT leave them alone. i am pretty sure they have shaken-minnow sydrome. he just took me to the little container they are sitting in - that sits in an empty flower pot. he has stabbed a stake next to the bottom edge of the plastic bag. a near miss. if it had been millimeters closer - he would have had a waterless bag of dead minnows.
flies, anyone?
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