I lie down in my backyard. In Australia. There are ants of all kinds. The occasional little spider goes past. Midges and butterflies and dragonflies and bees. The birds have gotten used to me so they walk within feet of me too.
They go about their business and I, mine. No harm has come to me. It’s nice to be part of their world sometimes.
Just don’t do like my great grandfather that slept for a bit on wet grass and got a pneumonia because of it and died. Of course nowadays medicine is better but it can still happen.
This is adorable, but all I can think of is bugs and spiders and ants.
I lie down in my backyard. In Australia. There are ants of all kinds. The occasional little spider goes past. Midges and butterflies and dragonflies and bees. The birds have gotten used to me so they walk within feet of me too.
They go about their business and I, mine. No harm has come to me. It’s nice to be part of their world sometimes.
Just don’t do like my great grandfather that slept for a bit on wet grass and got a pneumonia because of it and died. Of course nowadays medicine is better but it can still happen.
He got a pneumonia from laying on wet grass? Was it cold?
That’s not how you get pneumonia, but he may have weakened his immune system through exposure to make him more susceptible to viruses.
Its weird, as a kid i had no problem laying/rolling around in grass.
At some point a switch flipped in my head and grass everywhere ‘became infested’ with biting ants, hidden poop, and mud.