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Easy steps to caring about the environment instead of just lecturing and protesting as if you care.

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My brother sent me this photo last summer, of dad holding a salamander. I can see, by the background, that we had salamanders in the Quonset.

This is not the first time that's happened.

About fifteen years ago I wrote a blog post about my efforts to catch and release lots of salamanders that were in the farm shop and Quonset. On occasion, when I run into someone who was a regular reader of my blog back in the day, they remember that post. I'm not sure why; perhaps some were traumatized by the photo of a bucket of squirming salamanders.

I've always loved salamanders. I think they're about the cutest thing around. I love picking them up, and having their little feet crawl across my hand and arm. I have spent hours watching and studying them. I swerve to miss them on roads. On those days when there are mass quantities out on the roads and highways, crossing from one side to the next, I try not to go anywhere because I don't want to run over them.

Now that I live in t…

What keeps you up at night?

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Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I slept, weak and weary,
There came a scratching at my bedroom window.
And that was pretty much the end of a decent night's sleep.

My bedroom is in the basement, and its window, with a deep well surrounded by corrugated metal, is known for periodically trapping critters down there who die of starvation and exposure if I don't find them in time.

It's terrible, really. I look out my window and have this glassed chamber of death to observe.

Last night, around 3 a.m., I heard a frantic scratching at the window. It wouldn't go away, no matter how hard I willed it to.

I got my flashlight from the bed stand, and went to the window. The beam of light shot through the glass and I could see the critter, clamoring for the light. It was cute, but not at 3 a.m. Or at 3:30 a.m. Or at 4 and onward, which is how long the racket continued.



Clearly, it was frantic to get out.

I don't blame it.

There were the remains of two little mice who had the misf…