I am watching the nasty weather outside: 40 degrees F, old rain, gusting wind. I have to feed the shee[ and I dinna wanna do it.My memory spins to the summer: clamboring atop a noisome diesel tractor I mow the field's margins stirring up ground nests of yellow jackets. As I duck low branches I feel a "watchdog" of ticks fall on me and assassin bugs and blister beetles all aflutter on my clothes and skin. The nastiness becomes a happier form of struggle.A happy obstacle. https://youtu.be/nUwctZnrLGQ