It probably happened thirty-five or so years ago, but it left a vivid enough picture in our brains that we laughed about it yet today.
We were enjoying a little time on our back deck, taking in the refreshing evening air after the sweltering heat of a ninety degree day. A little cricket serenade was coming from the little flower garden tucked against the house by the back door. At about the same moment, we both recalled the little critters that had provided entertainment in that same flower bed all those years ago.
Mike had been in the yard. He'd hollered for me to come quick and see what he was seeing. As I came down the back steps, pulling the screen door shut behind me, I peeked down to see what had Mike's rapt attention. There they were—a fairly hefty toad in a stand-off with a fat, juicy tomato worm. We could almost see bubble blurbs over their heads.
"Steak!" the toad could just as well have said. I'm not sure if that tomato worm was aware that he was probably doomed, or if he thought the two were on equal standing. At any rate, he would rear his head as if to goad that toad on with a "dare you!"
"Dinner!" the toad seemed to say back as he made another move.
"Double dare you!" we pictured the tomato worm thinking. And we had the distinct impression that worm thought he could probably take the toad without too much of a skirmish. And maybe he could have.
We're trying to recall how the little scene ended. How we remember it is that after what seemed like an interminably long and intense stalemate they both kind of backed off—both convinced they'd met their match.
Just thought the rest of you'd enjoy that little visual in the middle of whatever heavy stuff you might have going on for the day.
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Willene Tanis is a longtime resident of the Imlay City area and an active volunteer in the community. Many readers find her 'Perspectives' column to universal and uplifting.