When I was in Papua New Guinea - Madang in particular (I think) Mum found some locals that were willing to let us borrow their canoe for a dollar or two per day. I was quite young at the time, and remember being scared when I could see the bottom, but completely relaxed when I couldn't.
That has baffled me for many years until I experienced a recent fishing trip near Port Pirie (South Australia). The clear waters brought on a vivid memory of the Medang canoe trips. The problem I was having was a fear of heights.The water was so clear, that I felt I was going to fall the thirty feet to the bottom.
Not such a strong sensation when witnessed as a grownup, but as a little kid, it was enough to scare.
The point of this is to introduce a story that will be wrapped up much more quickly than he introduction.
I nabbed a cowrie as a result of spending every day I could snorkelling. (sorry nature). It was a real treasure to me, and I was desperate to take it home to South Australia. It was only a few days before our departure date, and I had no idea how to get the now dead snail out of it's home in time for a trip through customs.
A local kid offered a solution.
Juts let it sit next to an ant's nest for a bit.
It worked a treat.
Have a problem that needs solving?
Ask a kid.