Squishy walkies

The Great Bog Adventure, Part II: In Which We Become Hopelessly Lost

The human female, in one of her interminable dronings about the flora of this realm, once mentioned prehistoric forests composed of tree-ferns and towering club-mosses.  Apparently these were all-you-can-eat buffets for the large reptiles that once roamed Midgard.  (I’d like to go on record as saying that the mass extinction at the end of the Cretaceous was NOT my fault.  I wasn’t even born yet!  It was, however, by all accounts pretty cool…  Giant flaming space rocks and whatnot.)

I had thought those forests of gigantic ferns and fern allies were a thing of the dim past, but Sigyn and I appear to have stumbled upon one at the edge of the bog.


We’ve been walking for quite a while and are now completely turned around.


One club-moss looks preeeeetty much like the next.


If I shouted, do you think the human female would send out a search party?


We’re hopelessly lost!  We’re doomed to die a damp and dismal death!  We’re having our last adventure!  We’re…


…fifty feet from the truck.

Never mind.

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The Great Bog Adventure, Part I: The Squishy Bits

The human female is meeting some friends to go “bog-trotting.” Really?  That’s a thing?  Most people are smart enough to stay out of places that will give you hoof-rot.  Perhaps there’s some appeal to mud, decaying organic matter, and mosquitoes that escapes me, but I doubt it.  Still, Sigyn is eager to go, so I must perforce attend, just to make sure the human female doesn’t abandon her in the muck or something.

Here we are.  I will admit, it’s an interesting looking place.  At first glance, it looks like any other stock pond in this realm, until you notice that there is a lot of standing water around the edges.  The scientific term for this wet margin is The Squishy Bits.

Sigyn, if you are interested in aquatic plants, this is definitely a good place.  Take this rush, for example.


I think I could actually learn to like this plant.  The stems are good and pointy, so that when the human female bends over to look at something tiny, she has a better than even chance of stabbing herself in the eye.

This plant is of the non-stabby variety. Sigyn, you and I have seen violets in the woods before, but apparently this one likes wet feet.


Speaking of wet feet, you did remember to wear your rubber boots, didn’t you?

Oh, oh!  Look over here!  The human female says these little plants are carnivorous!


Be careful not to become stuck on the glisteny, tendril-like hairs.  A sticky Sigyn would not be a happy Sigyn.


Such neat little plants.  However, as I have opined before, they have one serious flaw:  They are just too tiny to trap and digest the human female

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