Lately, Iris has been requesting Trogdor stories.
Trogdor is a dragon. According to Iris, Trogdor likes to show up announced and eat things in our house. No other form of the Trogdor story is acceptable. Sometimes Iris chooses what Trogdor will eat, and sometimes Laurie and I have to. Last night Laurie said, “I’m going to tell a story about Trogdor eating s’mores.”
“No, *I* have to say what Trogdor is eating,” said Iris.
“Okay, what should Trogdor eat?”
“Um…s’mores?”
Today, Iris informed me: “I’ve got a good idea…Trogdor should have a bagel!”
Trying to distract her from Trogdor, I showed her this article in today’s Seattle Times, about the lifecycle of the geoduck. She pointed at the geoduck’s siphon.
> **Iris:** Is that the neck?
> **Me:** Yes. It’s also called the siphon.
> **Iris:** And also called the drumstick.
um…
how have i watched so many nature shows for so many years, and…not know what a geoduck is?
would i know what it was if i saw one?
what if it was biting me on the butt and yelling “i am a geoduck!!!”
Heather, a geoduck is definitely the most recognizable organism of all time. If there were a tyrannosaur in your yard, you’d say, “Okay, that looks like a tyrannosaur, but it could be an allosaur. I always get those mixed up.” But a geoduck is a geoduck.
wait…is this some type of clam?
you big clam grabber!!
We’ve had some really “unusual” things in our kitchen at work – from pig and duck heads to grouse and hare – but the geoduck that came in was the only animal or piece of animal that many people were actually disturbed by.