I was sitting alongside a beautiful babbling brook one day, listening to it sing me a song, when I got the sudden urge to journey across a fallen tree and view the stream from a different angle. I mean how hard can it be? I watched Baby and Johnny dance on a log and they never fell in, and I am way more grounded then they are.

 

So, off I went. I got my tiny bristles they call setae moving, to help me grip the soil, and I started inching my way to the nature-made bridge to lounge in the sun above the cool rushing water.  I had complete confidence in myself, I mean it’s not like I can break a bone or anything. And do I really have any balance to lose?

 

Well, I got to the middle with no problem, but then….

I looked down.

 

“Help! Help!”  I started yelling for help, It looked as if I were 50 feet off the ground, and the log was as slippery as an eel. Or was I the slippery one?  I realized then that I was all hat and no cattle. I was frozen in fear.

 

“A-Hem, aHeeem.”  I heard someone clearing their throat, it went on and on until finally, I said, “Hello! Is someone there?”

 

“It’s me, Lisa. I heard some hollering and flew over to see what the matter was.”

 

“Well, that just dills my pickle. Are you some sort of super-hero, one of those flying types?”

 

“No sir, I may look like Superman, with the red and all, but I am just a bug.“

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“A lady bug or a man bug?” I asked.

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“A lady bug of course, so treat me like a lady Herb.”

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“How did you know my name?” I wondered.

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“I could hear you talking to yourself in the first person on my way over. Now, what seems to be the problem? Do you need something?”

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“I’m stuck,” I admitted.  "I wanted to dance on this log like Johnny and once I got to the middle I realized I have a little anxiety about heights.”

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“What are you worried about Herb, worms can survive underwater for weeks, your skin will absorb oxygen from the water. Here, have some chamomile tea and just relax a little will ya.