This Side of the Pond
Notes from an Uprooted Englishwoman
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Just when you think you’ve finally got a handle on the wildlife of Wyoming, along comes a critter determined to prove you wrong. As I grabbed my purse and water bottle on Monday morning and prepared to leave the house, my husband hollered for me to wait a moment.
“Don’t go on a wander,” he said, implying that I’d left myself plenty of time to ramble around the back yard for no reason. This was not the case – as usual, I was a mere 30 seconds from running late for work.
Nevertheless, I wanted to know why I was being urged to resist this particular temptation, if only because it...
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