Saturday a friend of mine<well, two friends, counting the one I made> had the opportunity to visit Todd Gearhart's place of business, which is about an hour or so away from Radford..
Chip Reeves came by at 10:30ish, I gave him a mag that I had borrowed< about 5 months ago:} >, we picked up a biology professor, and away we noodled into the wild blue yonder, zoom-zoom- zoom=D , in his Nissan Pathfinder.
Anyhoo, we were driving along, and there we were, in a secret, undisclosed location which shall not pass my lips, for Chip and my new-found friend, the biology professor,<I forgot to tell you that Chip's a master of Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, and several other, arcane, and secretive styles> had sworn me to secrecy, saying that if I EVER divulged the whereabouts of Todd, they'd promptly hunt me down and snap my neck like the scrawny thing it was.:8o
I said," Darn, you guys need to take a chill pill,"or something to that effect, and they just stared at me, almost hatefully, with much malignance in their beady lil' eyes. Furtive.:}
But I digress from my original intent of the story, which was to tell you good readers HOW MUCH UNGODLY FREAKIN' SHIZNIT Todd has in his current stock, and how ultra-knowledgeable he is about his stock.
That guy is the MAN. Want Solifugids?Todd's got em. Centipedes?
Tarantulas? Plan to the man, word to the mutha. Beetles? Books?Barbells?
I'm tempted to list everything from A-Z that Mr. G. has read about, experienced,or has in stock, but that would take almost halkf the night, for Pete's sake, and I'm kinda tired, so... suffice it to say that he was beyond question or query in his attitude and comprehension of all things invertebrate.
I reckon Todd didn't think I was paying too much attention to him, for worry that I was going to get my neck crisply snapped by Sifu Chip and ther evil biology professor
, but trust me, I were.
I can even tell you his secret..<door breaks down, muffled cries.... sound of neck promptly and oh-so judiciously snapping>:}
Chip Reeves came by at 10:30ish, I gave him a mag that I had borrowed< about 5 months ago:} >, we picked up a biology professor, and away we noodled into the wild blue yonder, zoom-zoom- zoom=D , in his Nissan Pathfinder.
Anyhoo, we were driving along, and there we were, in a secret, undisclosed location which shall not pass my lips, for Chip and my new-found friend, the biology professor,<I forgot to tell you that Chip's a master of Brazilian Ju-Jitsu, and several other, arcane, and secretive styles> had sworn me to secrecy, saying that if I EVER divulged the whereabouts of Todd, they'd promptly hunt me down and snap my neck like the scrawny thing it was.:8o
I said," Darn, you guys need to take a chill pill,"or something to that effect, and they just stared at me, almost hatefully, with much malignance in their beady lil' eyes. Furtive.:}
But I digress from my original intent of the story, which was to tell you good readers HOW MUCH UNGODLY FREAKIN' SHIZNIT Todd has in his current stock, and how ultra-knowledgeable he is about his stock.
That guy is the MAN. Want Solifugids?Todd's got em. Centipedes?
Tarantulas? Plan to the man, word to the mutha. Beetles? Books?Barbells?
I'm tempted to list everything from A-Z that Mr. G. has read about, experienced,or has in stock, but that would take almost halkf the night, for Pete's sake, and I'm kinda tired, so... suffice it to say that he was beyond question or query in his attitude and comprehension of all things invertebrate.
I reckon Todd didn't think I was paying too much attention to him, for worry that I was going to get my neck crisply snapped by Sifu Chip and ther evil biology professor
, but trust me, I were.I can even tell you his secret..<door breaks down, muffled cries.... sound of neck promptly and oh-so judiciously snapping>:}
