Anthropomorphizing wildly while snorkeling the 62 degree water of Star Lake I come upon what I perceive as the Old Man and the Hippy of fresh water.
The Crayfish in my observation is the cantankerous old man with its pincers out and in your face cranky appearance of “stay off my lawn you damn kids!”
The Tadpole the exact opposite, the happy go lucky “dude it’s all good” Hippy shapeless and fluid to what is ever going on around it.
These may just be the thoughts going through a brain of a man spending 90 minutes in body and mind numbing 62 degree water speculating with which one of these he more identifies with?
