The lazing was punctuated by a thrilling tour of the nation's major airports and highways, with occasional forays into the surrounding cities and towns to visit far-flung friends and family in Massachusetts, Louisiana, and Minnesota.
If Michael's dramatic spider-cide resulted in the arachnid population dwindling to a mere million (by Bryson's count), then I brought it down to 999,999 during our stay in a Minnesotan lake cabin. The mosquito population suffered some casualties as well, though not before they got in a few nibbles.
Sadly, though, without a room full of eight-year-olds constantly endeavoring to entertain, there were very few instances of hilarity this summer. I did randomly encounter a few children here and there, and waited eagerly for them to produce something hilarious. Friends' kids, that curious little boy in the restaurant, the girl next to me on the plane--all very cute, but they failed to generate any golden comedic nuggets. They'd open their mouths to speak and I'd whip out a pad of paper, ready to jot down a malapropism, but all that came out was something like, "Let's play baseball" or "Where are you flying to?" Hmph.
Until the school year starts up again, you can find me out walking around with my pad of paper, eavesdropping on any children--or grandparents--I happen to pass. Well, either that or something way lazier.