Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I poured the glass of water and immediately banished the thoughts that sprang to mind. I’d just been dealing with the pond again, watching leeches swim in the shallow water at one end and wondering how the hell they got there. I didn’t put them in there. But then, I didn’t invite the frogs or the dragonflies and pondskaters either. Life finds a niche and colonises. Even though the pond had always been filled from the same tank as the drinking water I was pouring into the glass…

I recalled the world seen under the microscope when I was younger. Frankly, if I was going to get squeamish about anything other than wet worms, I would probably have done it back then. You certainly wouldn’t want to actually touch anything… anything at all. Except, that your skin is as bad… especially, I imagined, after a morning gardening. But then…