So I ran across this really interesting little webpage called Invasive Fish. Well, I didn't really "run across" it, I met the author. (A story for another time.) ;-) You should check it out for yourself - interesting stuff. Fun pictures! You should visit. Go! Go now!
Now, some of you know that I like to fish, and that I have very fond memories of fishing with my dad. I was dragged all over as a kid camping, fishing, hiking - stuff like that, and because I was an only child, I paid attention, learned quickly and kept to myself. This gave me the edge. I remember all the old men on the docks were so impressed with how quiet and well behaved I was (not anything like I am now....) and they would all clap or congratulate me when I made a good catch. I would get so excited watching the fish flop around. Other kids would get bored and cast out, reel in, cast out, reel in - and drive everyone crazy -- and I would just sit there patiently listening to my walkman - finger on my line so that I could feel any little nibble. I gnawed on my beef jerky and would steal marshmellows from my dad's tackle box. Good times. I haven't fished since my dad passed away in 2007, but I have reason to get my pole wet again now, so perhaps my dad will go with me in spirit.