I wish Ajax would not eat so many grasshoppers. They give him gas that is so bad, it makes my eyes water and wakes me out of a sound sleep.
There you go. That's another reason I love winter: no grasshoppers.
A lot of the fiber arts I enjoy are things like tatting, netmaking, chair caning, and even weaving, where people will come up to me when I demonstrate and solemnly tell me, "That's a lost art."
On the Internet, nobody knows you're a chicken. (With apologies to Peter Steiner.)