I spent the afternoon in a cave with Jill and her Grandparents Grandinetti and 30 other people. This the 2nd cave trip in 6 months. The child is fascinated by every aspect of science...just read the other blogs...the circulatory system, the Snake Farm. She loves Earth science, chemistry, physics, and all natural sciences. I swear, if she doesn't pursue a career in the science field, I will truly be shocked.
Well, the 1st cave visit resulted in Jill co-leading the tour, along with the poor sap who was getting paid to actually lead it. Jill would ask a question, then report back to the group both the question and the answer. In a big outdoor voice, she's bellow, "there are bats, but don't worry, THEY WILL NOT BOTHER US."
On today's trip, we were able to see some very tiny bats up close...and I mean too damn close for my taste...like I was 5 feet from them. They are the size of chicken nuggets...hairy, sonar-lovin', blood-suckin' chicken nuggets, who were ready to go into hibernation, so "no flash photography, please." This did not stop the rebel behind me, who thought I'd make a great human shield in the event Lil' Fuzzy was going to swoop down in retaliation.
The tour guide had been very complimentary of Jill's haircut and festive red corduroy Christmas dress and snowflake tights, when we met her in the gift shop. Jill took a real shine to her and 10 minutes into the tour, Jill was holding her hand slogging up the damp path and announcing to the group that,"the E.T.'s finger formation is coming up next. You know, when he touches Elliot's owie and says 'ouch' and then it gets all better?! Yeah!"
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