Rain. An earwig perches on a tansy flower with its head thrust into one of the yellow buttons, motionless as a toker, empty calipers aloft.
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Rain. An earwig perches on a tansy flower with its head thrust into one of the yellow buttons, motionless as a toker, empty calipers aloft.
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Yikes. Two of my least favorite of God’s creations. I had a childhood horror of earwigs that I’ve never quite shaken, and I’ve pulled more tansy than I like to think about: you have to wear gloves or it makes you sick, you know.
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Earwigs are kind of creepy, I admit. I keep the tansy for looks and becasue you never know when you might need it. I’ve decided to stop brewing with it, however. I don’t think it’s safe.
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Good God, you’ve *brewed* with tansy?
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Yep. It’s a very good bittering agent and preservative. Unfortunately, turns out it’s also a bit toxic.
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Earwig = ICK! The use of earwigs magnified a bazillion times in “The Wrath of Kahn”, Star Trek movie version, has creeped me out for years.
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I really like this one even though I, too, am bugged by the bug. Clever one.