There are other fish to fry. That might have been the guidance given when a small fish appeared in a net on a recent educational outing in Sengekontacket Pond.

The 1985 staff of the United States Postal Service has my stamp of approval.

What if William Shakespeare was an entomologist?

Old Curious was at it again.

There was no reason to be ticked off by the black creature crawling among my foraged food. At first glance, it appeared to be a tick.

Is Miss Rumphius responsible?

Herman Melville didn’t mince words when it came to the sperm whale. With emphasis, he explained “I tell you, the sperm whale will stand no nonsense.” And it didn’t ­— since we know it as the creature that sank the whaleship Essex in the real-life tragedy that was the inspiration for Moby Dick.

While it may be intended as an insult, one should be proud to be called a gannet.

John Muir had a fondness for ferns. He encouraged this activity: “Spread a fern-frond over a man’s head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.”

Death is delicious if you are a carrion beetle.