Florida native Lauren Arrington discovered that invasive lionfish, which usually live in the ocean, could survive in nearly fresh water. The 12-year-old’s experiment blew away professional scientists.
Fuck yeah female scientists!
Especially those who happen to also be 12.
Date night at The Quarry! According to Jess, anyway. I guess we’re in a three-way relationship now. It’s definitely fine.
We climbed. Jess and I have sore hands and shaky arms. My shoes are approximately 1.5 sizes too small, but my coworker (who climbs 5.13c like it’s nobody’s business) assures me that they fit perfectly… I wanted to cry. We relaxed for a hot minute and admired Anders’ muscles while he bouldered. I bought a dinosaur chalk bag and some lavender chalk.
We ended the night with Blizzards, as per usual. They were well-earned.
(1) Hiking to Mount Wolverine last fall with a couple of friends, I stopped to sit and admire life in the clouds.
(2) Post-NYC marathon (my first!) by Moxy. I raised $5,000+ for Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, remembered my grandfather, and ran every single step of those 26.2 miles. It was a good fucking day.
(3) Flashing my lulu sports bra to the Mormons at IKEA post-WOD.
(4) A solo-trek to the summit of Dale Peak this spring.
(5) Post-swim squats with my sister in NOLA.
(6) Errands around town in a summer dress just because. Approved by boys on the playground.
If you haven’t partaken yet, please do!
Free baseball tickets and meal vouchers from the company?
Yesterday, I had planned on going to the trailhead straight from work, but I soon realized that I had forgotten my hiking clothes at home. It was annoying, because I had packed literally everything else — my new approach shoes and socks, the shoes that I ordered for Anders, my pack + trekking poles, water + snacks, my nice camera, extra layers. I even wore my Patagonia unders and my lulu sports bra under my work clothes for ease of changing at the trailhead!
Anyway, I digress. I ran home to change, and since I was in a rush to meet my humans on time, I disrobed in my living room and left my jeans in a pile on my floor. They were otherwise clean, so this morning I picked them up to put them on my person.
Let me digress again for a moment. Hobo/grass spiders are generally small, harmless indoor spiders found in northern Utah, but I tend to kill them anyway, because they creep me the fuck out, and WHAT. IF. Usually they are smaller than 1” across, but here’s a macro view of what one looks like. For science. (And terror.)
Back to the story. As I picked up my jeans from the floor, I immediately gasped, because what I believe to be an acromantula jumped from the folds of my denim and started scuttling toward my bathroom. It was definitely the largest I’ve ever seen, and I wasn’t wearing shoes to squash it.
I’m pretty sure it was Aragog. (Slight exaggeration, but it was a solid 2” across. NOPE.) At the very least, it was his brethren.
I say was, because I ended up using a small bunch of toilet paper to crush it. I felt its body crinkle under the weight of my fingers. I gagged a little.
Feel free to imbibe some felix felicis and come collect his venom. I hear it’s worth a cute knut.
Also: I put the jeans on anyway.
I regret not incinerating them immediately.
Mid-week Peak: Mount Millicent (10,452’)
Jess and I went boulder hopping to attain this summit after work today. That lake you can see in the bottom right corner of the third photo is this one!
We actually took that same trail up about half way, and then we cut between Lake Mary and Lake Martha and just went up and up and up! I tried out my new approach shoes (completely smitten — I don’t think I’ll ever go back!), and Jess was a total badass, bagging this rocky peak in her Chacos.
The views were stunning, but I only snapped a few photos. I forgot my nice camera in the car, and I was more focused on just taking it all in through my eyes rather than through a lens.
The dudes were there, too, but they’re not nearly as cute.
(PS — Mountain girl gang tomorrow. WE SO EXCITED!)