In the morning, I shall be crawling among the rushes of a nearby golf course, setting traps with Horatio the Mute for my latest addition to the menagerie.
For this particular beast, I have designed floating traps that look much like lily pads. When an animal lands upon the lily that triggers the particular foodstuff mechanism, the lily petals curl shut, trapping the creature.
My bait? Pickles wrapped in bad haiku.
tomorrow i go
hunting hunting for bad poetry bats
that eat pickled verse