Today at work a co-worker has summoned me to look out the window and admire the little mice she and two other smoking co-workers had just saved form a sure drowning. We had just had a fierce thunderstorm roll through (which happens to be quite unusual for these here parts) and there were plenty of puddles for worms, mice and whatever else little creatures to fall victim to. My friend was so excited for me to look at the little topos she had just spared from certain death, as I am the animal lover of the office. I followed her to the window (which we are both tall enough so that we have to stand on our toes to peer through) and she said, "See, Jess, it's right there where that . . blue jay . . . is . . uh. Oh, God. Never mind, don't look, Jess."
So I didn't.
She was bummed. She's also giving up all caffeine so she was already a bit depressed to begin with, she was close to crying. But I saw the great irony in this turn of events. Sure it was sad, but it was also nature's way of saying "Step off, bitch, and let me do my thing." Also, at least now the mice were now going straight back into the food chain. Hopefully a nice alley cat will eat that blue jay tonight and the cycle can continue onward.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment