
Nature... I absolutely adore it from afar, but when I am surrounded by creepy crawlies, thorns, poison ivy, and dense brush I am not so sure anymore that I am a nature kind of gal. I remember as a kid my brother and I played in the woods ALL the time and I don't remember having a care in the world. We would trek through the woods for hours building forts, climbing trees, catching frogs, you name it. I have this assignment where I have to collect at least 100 specimens of native plants by December and each time we go out in the field I'm always worried that I'm going to be eaten up by something (like a snake!) What is my problem? Why do I worry so much? I have a ton of fun, but I just can't seem to get all the possibilities out of my mind. Gosh, this may pose a problem if I am to do this for a living! I'm such a wimp, haha.