I don't look at my statistics every day or even every week but I do keep a vague eye on them from time to time, and there have been two occasions recently when there's been a steep spike in the numbers reading my blog. Both times, I tracked back, curious to see which sparkling gems of literary usage had attracted unusual attention.
And both times I was initially baffled as to what in my inconsequential babblings could have caused people to find me. And eventually I decided that it must have been the following:
1) I wrote about Cassie Cat sitting on a nettle. I referred to her... blunt end... using the word which I will represent here as b-t-m, ie rhyming with "got 'em". (Can there really be people with nothing better to do than to Google this word? Urgh.)
2) I wrote about throwing slugs over a wall and referred to this as (first word) u-b-n (second word) t-r-o-i-m, ie (first word) a word for "city" followed by (second word) a near-rhyme with "heroism". (Argh.)
How disappointed these people must have been to find my silly blog. But it's a bit... unnerving ... don't you think?