I was planning to work on my essay yesterday, but the power went out for hours and, as it was Good Friday, I couldn't go anywhere. So, Joe and I went another adventure and found this poorly designed tree house in a willow tree. There were also a ton of snail shells on the ground because some kids burnt down the tall grass and fried all the snails that were hiding in it. :(

Some days I feel like I should ditch my aspirations to get a psychology PH.D. and instead become an animal rights activist. I suppose I could do both.