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…
no matter how many legs
leave no stone unturned
Love your poem and backstory! So many treasures waiting to be discovered… thanks!
One of the most important moments in my life as a scientist (and fly fisher) was a two-week aquatic entomology course, where we turned over LOTS of rocks in rivers and creeks in order to find/identify aquatic insect larva that begin their life in water before becoming terrestrial adults. Good stuff that.
@MaryLee: I suspect it would be SUPER helpful as a fly fisher! Lots of leggy, wriggly things under there. That sounds like it would have been a wonderful course to take.
I adore this! I have a book I share with students called A Log’s Life. In one section it talks about looking under the log.
And yes to leaving no stone unturned!