The Death Duck Problem

Sonja and I took a rowboat out on the Neuer See and immediately made it our mission to find turtles. We found none. We did, however, encounter what I can only describe as death ducks—creatures with no apparent survival instinct or sense of geometric awareness—and had to make a series of real-time decisions about whether to steer around them or just go over. I genuinely can’t tell you which we chose. The afternoon’s other achievement was asking each other, with complete sincerity, why forests have so many trees. Not philosophically. Just staring at the trees and asking. The question gets stupider the longer you sit with it.

Phone survived. iPod survived. Made it home dry.