Electric Fence
This is my barbed wire dress. It protects the
property but doesn’t hide the view.
— Candy Darling
My concern for critters is by no means
mere sentiment. Not that I won’t swat
mosquitoes and house flies, do war
with ants in the kitchen area, or even,
in the past, trap the occasional mouse.
To such as these I confess and apologize.
But as a young kid I had a telescoping
flyrod made of metal. And once, as I
negotiated a barbed-wire fence along
Edwards Hill Road, I placed the rod, as
I held its metal part, on barbed wire
with current flowing through it — and
so through me, too. It was no pleasant
sensation, only smoothed-over somewhat
by my then catching a few brook trout.
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