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June Bug? By my secret spot creekside, my obsession with fish is what has enabled me to witness the many miracles I have been happy to share over the past year. It all started with the discovery of the creek, and my eagerness to fish. Over the months and years I was disappointed to realize that there were no fish worth catching in that creek, but my obsession never diminished. I was still determined to find out what kinds of fish do exist in that little creek, and to see how big they were. Thus I would sit there and vow not to move from that spot until I would see a fish come to the surface to feed. It was so relaxing that eventually I would nod off. Being so still in the woods is how I came to be able to witness beaver, ducks, herons, crayfish, snakes, mink, birds, etc. I was so still they would never notice me. A bird would fly right by my ear, and chipmunks would run over my foot. I used to think everything I needed to know about the world I could learn just from sitting in meditation there. I went from fishing to feeding fish, just to observe them. During wet seasons, the earthworms are so plentiful you can scoop them up by the handful, like spaghetti! I also would buy a can of fish food, sprinkle it on the water, return to my seat and wait for the water to come to a “boil.” WOW! One day, while drowsing in my seat, I sleepily yawned and stretched, sat up, and looked around. Down in the ground right next to my chair I noticed what looked like a freshly dug grave, only it was about 4 inches long, a perfectly and precisely shaped rectangle. I thought at first it could have been an impression from the leg of the chair, until I noticed a creature snugly nestled inside of it. It appeared to be black, about the same length as the hole, rather squishy and leathery, and it had lots of legs. I touched it and it moved, revealing a scary shaped head with pincers, ready to strike. Yikes! Was it some sort of northern scorpion? The thing was awesome but creepy. I read on one blog that someone described it as one of those creatures from a bad Japanese sci-fi movie.
Pat Laine is a 9 year resident of Clinton. She owns and operates Little Creek Therapeutic Massage. She shares her home with her Maine Coon cat and collie dog. Whether walking in the woods, or along Little Wappingers Creek and its environs, she observes the miracles of wildlife and plant life on a daily basis.
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