Cute wittle baby wattlesnakey
The Physicist apparently had other ideas. I loaded my kids in the car expecting frogs and newts and turtles, and somehow we ended up on the opposite side of the same mountain. The Physicist, you see, has been attempting to inculcate my children with the physical sciences just about as long as I've been training them up as biologists. He's sneaky, and sometimes he wins.
Do you know how many frogs we found today? Zero. Ditto newts. Ditto turtles, snakes, coyote, cows, pigs, sheep, and assorted other actually interesting things.
Do you know how many rocks we found? A lot. A lot of rocks. Rocks, my friends, are brilliant things, if you need something to stand on. They are also good for the growing of moss, and occasionally sporting a nice bonzai tree. If the Physicist thinks that bringing my kids to a place where there is nothing to do but stand on rocks, and watch the moss and bonzai grow, is going to interest them in the physical sciences, he is just going to have to try a little bit harder.
I give you Rock City, Mt. Diablo State Park. Also known as kid-boredom-torture land.