The most interesting episode of the trip actually occurred during the first leg while we were riding the COTA bus to downtown, when an outdoorsy-looking girl who appeared to be in her mid-20's stepped onto the bus balancing in her hands a large shallow rectangular box, like the lid of a banker's box. She sat down across the aisle from me and when I leaned over a bit to take a peek at what was in the box I gasped and and jumped back involuntarily at what I saw. The box was full of squirmy, squiggly,
"Silkworms," the girl said with a smile in response to my reaction.
She explained that she had just picked up the worms and was planning to raise them and then spin the silk that they produced.
"Oh, wow, good luck," I said as she got up to exit the bus with her worms.
"Oh, well," she giggled, "if it doesn't work I'll just feed them to my praying mantis."
To each their own, right?
After dinner, as we all were hankering some dessert, we strolled through the rain