Jon's love (well, this week, anyway)

So, those of you who know Jon well know that he goes in cycles of loves: fly-fishing, fly-tying, making arrowheads out of rocks (oh, pardon me, Jon just informed me that this is called "flint napping". Of course - EVERYBODY knows that!), fashioning bows and arrows from sticks and feathers found in the yard, building backyard fires, etc. Some loves last longer than others, some could more aptly be called obsessions.... but we won't get into that now. The love this week just happens to be this NASTY-looking creature, the CRAWDAD. Mmm, mmmm. Now tell me, what does a crawdad have that I don't? We've both got beady little eyes, a ruddy complexion, and a mean pinch. Oh wait, maybe it's that he can throw a rotten old fish out and the crawdads come a runnin'. Sorry, but that's just not gonna do it for me, Honey.
Anyhoo, ha ha, just had to blog a bit about my hubby. Gotta love him. Even if he DOES like holding a crawdad more than me sometimes. ;)