For example, he lived some time in a tipi in the San Juan Mountains of southwest Colorado. Quickly his dwelling was overrun by mice. He obtained a cat, which ran away. He obtained another cat, which hunted mice prolifically in the area outside the tipi while steadfastly ignoring those inside, while Childs was at his wits’ end, astounded at all the places that are not mouse-proof whatever you do.
Along the way he offers insights into the physical capacities, behaviors, and choices of wild creatures, his deep respect for them leading his curiosity. He writes about netting smelt in the tide off Vancouver Island with a group of Native Americans, realizing at some point that the couple hundred fish they have caught will all have to be cleaned. Sort of dampens the thrill of the catch. He writes about a red spotted toad an inch long, a water-loving creature he discovers in a desert canyon far from the nearest possibility of water – and yet, there it is, thriving.
He writes about an epically-bad mosquito season in the Yukon, and makes this observation, “If a mosquito is released in still air, it will come directly to you even if you are standing one hundred feet away. Through the air, the mosquito senses the carbon dioxide of your breath, lactic acid from your skin, traces of acids emitted by skin bacteria, and the humidity and heat of your body. If there is a slight breeze, a mosquito may find you from across the length of a football field.” He respects the insect’s adaptations and its intricate neurons – by the time you finish this story you realize the mosquitoes are always going to win.
If you have even the slightest interest in the natural world, you will discover wonders in these pages.
