The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
I would spend hours on hot summer days chasing ants, on my hands and knees, trying to burn them with a large magnifying glass angled perfectly to the sun’s rays. I had built fires this way in Boy Scouts. I used twigs, not ants, for that. The ants often adopted a “clump together” stratagem in their insect terror, and this was a bad move. In retrospect, there is a cruelty in children that blends agreeably with innocence.