CamiSu, that was great! I remember a few years ago getting a ride home from a contra dance with two ardent naturalists. It was April, and they took the back roads, and stopped to rescue every single peeper between Peterborough and Keene! I had had a glass of wine at dinner, which meant that I had been made extra dizzy from all the swinging at the dance, and every time the car stopped I thought I was going to disgrace myself and make my friends regret their kind offer of a ride!