I fumbled for my keys, opened my door and flipped on the lights. We need to talk, the four words most feared by males. The whites of her eyes were riddled with red and her dimples were nowhere to be found.
I had just returned from a riotous adventure in the field with Peter, while she looked like she had the worst week of her life. Her long black hair was soaked and her clothes clung to her. Veronica was at my apartment door when I arrived home from the Queets late that Sunday night. It's a story rich with natural history, a bit of governmental conspiracies, a little mystery and adventure and a lot of quirky, neo-hippie characters. or something like that.Ī humorous novel following wildlife biologists into the foggy world of the Queets rainforest of Olympic National Park as they chase after salmanders and frogs and maybe even the fountain of youth. It's about amphibians and herpetologists it's about white-man Afros and Bigfoot it's about the Queets rainforest in Olympic National Park it's about a puff of medical marijuana it's about salamander toxins, and how newts and pufferfish and ancient Haitian mythologies are all interwoven to a bearded biologist in the northwest corner of the U.S.
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