This year, my garden was a nearly complete failure. 36 tomato plants produced a grand total of 4 tomatoes. None bigger than the size of a golf ball. But I have had a bumper crop of something else. Stinkhorns. If the name doesn't say it all, the flies will say it for you. And yeah, they do stink. But they are interesting if not ingenious and slightly, dare I say it, beautiful in their own right. So please, stroll with me down the garden path and let's appreciate one of natural selection's more interesting end products. I present: the stinkhorn.
D is Daktari. Daktari is me. I have many interests, but I'm no slave to a master plan. My greatest joy is in being fully open to what life presents. Adventure abounds and life is full of wonder. I am adventurer, explorer, friend, gypsy, and companion. My greatest vice is that I am far too accommodating of my curiosity. Despite this, my life is quiet but by no means unremarkable. I am willing to share what little insight I have gained, my thought processes, and the journey of my growth. If you like what you learn, I'm glad. If you don't, I'm not going to sweat it. Because ultimately, this is all about me.
This is mine. This is Daktari's place. Welcome. In case you wondered, I'm not apt to put up with a lot of crap. That doesn't make me a hard person. It makes me someone who doesn't put up with a lot of crap. I hope you enjoy the company of dogs. There is generally one hanging about these parts.
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