In case you missed the past six days, I’m here to fill you in on the <yawn!> action. (I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to go back and read all of my snappy daily comments, but I’m biased.) Since Mark’s manatee adventure came to an end, Mark checked in with Bill Ellis and caught him up on events. Rivera devoted four days to the phone call, just to ensure we all got a proper debriefing. That was nice of her! Also, I proposed a small thought experiment about what Bill Ellis does on his time off. Apparently, just about everybody assumed he did nothing, as I only received one comment on Friday, suggesting Bill pretty much did nothing. Next time, I may ask about Doc Davis.
For the last two strips of the week, Mark was back at his cabin in Lost Forest, where he met Cherry standing in front of her truck. There, I noticed some peculiar marks drawn under Mark’s eyes (2/14/25), features I’ve seen on faces in the past. So I asked readers what they thought those marks could be. Regular reader Be Ware of Eve Hill suggested they might be blushes, though blushes normally show up on cheeks. “Perhaps Pink Eye”, she went on to joke. Well, not tears of joy, either. So the matter remains unresolved.
Getting back to the story, Mark suggested he and Cherry check out some nature trails for in-depth investigation, but Cherry put him off stating they needed to get to the Lost Forest Hoosegow because ex-boyfriend, Psycho Rick, showed up at the cabin and again tried to kidnap Peach Pitt. Seems that kidnapping is becoming all the rage in this strip.
Well, that’s it for another week! So now, on to the nature presentation.

Another timely and theme-relevant nature subject, as the title panel relates to the white buck that Psycho Rick shot and bragged about. In fact, the title panel reminds me of a drawing on an early hunting computer game I once saw in a computer store. A fair topic, for sure, though I don’t know how Rivera expects readers to take a stand against poaching, other than donating money to organizations that fight poaching, becoming a game warden, or maybe going out and hunting the poachers.



















