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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Whooo! That's Scary!

                                                              Welcome to October.
       We shall explore the dark-side this month in keeping with the season so lock the doors, light a few candles, and lets get this thing started.
       What scares you? The sound of foot steps keeping pace just behind as you make your way down the lonely street after midnight? Or maybe it's knowing the buzzard waits on you too!

We, the animals of planet Earth, are generally not living on love alone. We are living on each other, yes, eating each other. Of course there are exceptions, like this passive beast who happens to be eating my tomatoes and not other of his insect brethren yet, still, there is a certain inevitability to life here on the third stone and I'm sure this vegetarian will taste like chicken parmesan to some member of the predatory class. I could have squished him between my fingers or drowned him in a cup of soapy water like I do Japanese Beetles but that would have been mean and mean people suck!

Human beings, as opposed to nonhuman beings, try to suppress their fear of death with the faith that there may be something better in store for us when we leave this ol' bag of bones behind.
We'll see.

          "Heaven goes by favour. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in!"

                                                                                               Mark Twain


  1. At least I know that the buzzard will wait until I'm dead!

  2. Hurrah for Mark Twain.
    He never fails to hit the nail on the head.

    Just as well you didn't squash that shield bug: your fingers would smell like you were sprayed by a skunk. Neither of those disasters being alleviated by soap :-)

    What is your advice to dealing with an invasion of hundreds of harlequin ladybugs?
    Did I say hundreds? Make that thousands.
    Most of them inside the house now and waking up.

    I'm enjoying travelling through your archived posts.