Love this rotten wood as I love it--stick your whole head in the stink, be all jaw to eat of it, forelegs anchors to keep hunger from sliding out of range. Gorgeous! a grub has been worming woozily and's fallen asleep so sweetly it is delicious, an unspoiled blossom of the rot. Caw!--Get off, crow! I own this boggy log. You are not so big yet; yet I imagine other woodpiles leaning just short of collapse nearby nearly teeming with grubs. Caw! Caw!--Come on, you, break open your back and fly.