Chain fern Bell Cedar

Today I figured, since I'm pretty sure my Lyme has resurfaced and I will shortly be back on the antibiotics that will return me to a troglodyte lifestyle, that I would venture deep into the Bell Cedar Swamp and not worry about attracting a tick or two. I hiked to the very end of the logging trail then took a right into the swamp proper. I had a search object in mind: a very odd kind of fern known as Woodwardia areolata. The Netted Chain Fern is a native species in our area, and it likes reasonably wet, acidic circumstances. The cedar swamp suits it just fine, and when I spotted a stand of the species, I was lucky enough to be able to find one fertile frond among many sterile ones. Here's the namesake chain, not of fools, as the song would have it, but of spores. The fool, of course, could be the chronicler, since he tempted fate and ticks, but there were no arachnids present, so his potentially foolish behavior did not bear bad consequences.