I should have known better than to visit the marsh on a spring evening. It’s a perfect time for muskrat dates…and I’m not a fan of being a couple’s third wheel. Muskrat love however wasn’t quite what I expected. I grew up in the 70’s…and no joke, you can look it up if you don’t know (or can’t remember), but Muskrat Love was a hit song in 1976. It wasn’t really my thing…I was more into Boston, but the dang song sticks in your head. Anyway, it’s kind of a mushy, cute song…but muskrat reality isn’t like that at all. A feisty, aggravated tussle is a more apt description. I left the marsh that night feeling thankful that I wasn’t a muskrat.