When a pickerel seizes a spoon hook it is either well hooked or lost at the moment of contact, as the fish knows at once that it has made a mistake, and will get rid of the combination of steel and other ingredients if possible.

I was a blasphemar, and a persecuter, and a tyraunt.

We hear of Adder dens, but detailed accounts of the discovery of one are very rare. Service (1902) records that a peatman, when levelling on an estate by the Solway, found in a hole in the ground, some 8 inches below the surface, 40 adders, 10 toads and a large number of asks (lizards).

“Don't call me sweet. Call me hot. Or awesome. Or well-endowed. Kittens are sweet, not me.” I try not to laugh. “Okay, fine. You're a hot, awesome, well-endowed bad-ass.”