I utterly adored the title of the book The Girl Who Looked Under Rocks. Peering under rocks sounds so adventurous and genuinely dangerous, yet honestly appealing. I loved poking around under rocks when I was a kid — with a stick, however, as both parents had their experiences with stinging caterpillars and biting gopher snakes, and admonished me accordingly! From this we learned, however, that not everything one finds under a rock is something willing to be found…
it’s unspoiled nature
no matter how many legs
leave no stone unturned
no matter how many legs
leave no stone unturned