Michael

@scienceteacher.bsky.social

I like basil, quahogs, horseshoe crabs, and teaching high school critters. Oh, and swear words. he/him/his (photos taken by me unless otherwise noted....) https://www.science-teacher.net/

Spent even more time swimming underwater along the most southwestern edge of New Jersey, but my hands are still not webbed. Maybe Lysenko was wrong. (FWIW, he was an economist, not a biologist--he managed to kill a lot of folks with his magical thinking.) ((My kids have normal hands as well.))

I had my prostate yanked out by a robot a few months ago. I got my first pair of hearing aids last week, allowing this congenitally hard of hearing guy to hear new sounds. Between these two seemingly unrelated events, I now know why urinating is called "tinkling"--what a joyous sound!

Biting into sun-warmed tomatoes, some of it dripping down my chin (and often on my clothes) is one of summer's delights. If you live in NJ, and you have access to even a tiny patch of sunny ground (even if not your own), toss in a plant next May and stand back.

My right hand is holding a large red tomato. The tomato has a couple of bite marks. The lower part of the image is my shirt and trunks and my sandaled feet.