What would you rather see coming at you in the water?
I could not find an actual picture of Max, the vacuum cleaner at the pool where I swim, but if you are looking for pool cleaners (and I don't mean pool boys, Kim), you can try looking here.
Max was diligently sucking up sand from the bottom of the pool, but he kept straying over into our faithful early-morning lap lanes, instead of sticking to the wide open shallow kid area, covered with sand from the wonderful large sandbox, with a foot shower...that does not prevent the need for Max.
Also, there were ducks. They fly in low, skim the water, land, float around a bit and then either sniff chlorine and skedaddle or get spooked by Max.
And what would rather see coming at you in the garden?
We have both mosquito and Gloriosa daisy, thanks to recent rain and sun, but I prefer the yellow daisy, brown center, mahogany markings. You can get one here.
And I think the mosquito is rather more annoying, and, given West Nile virus and dengue fever, dangerous, than the sweet manta ray.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor and director in Chicago, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited two poetry journals, shelved and retrieved materials in several libraries, walked beans, and was an assistant professor of English. Now I serve as Poetry Editor and Editor at Large for Escape Into Life, an online arts magazine, write & edit as a freelancer, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.