“I’m waving pom-poms, cheering for the wax worms—and for Bertocchini’s curiosity. Before I can celebrate them with an expensive beverage that might ferment in France, a counterview pops up.
Oh, why does there always have to be a counterview ruining my moments of premature celebration? I like to blame the cats for most everything, but I can’t see how to pin this one on them. So, I stick out my tongue, toddler style, then roll it up like a taco and breathe. Another gem from kundalini yoga, it cools down both body and mind. I also relish the smug satisfaction that I’m genetically able to taco my tongue at all (not everyone can). I get my ego strokes where I can.”