Here's the thing. This good friend of mine wants us all to remember that on the sixth day of creation (I'm not begging a fight here), God not only created both man and animal, but also blessed them all--man and monkey, woman and emu--just as assuredly. Okay, he gave us "dominion," but God's unfailing love extends to the creatures of his natural world, too--so don't abuse that dominion. You know the argument. Love your neighbors. Even the creepy ones.
But that doesn't mean that I didn't take a great pleasure, last night, in stomping on the only earwig I've seen for a couple of days. For reasons that are beyond me, they seem to have deserted the place. Thousands must have gone to their grave--wherever that is and don't ask. Anyway, they're gone. And I'm not feeling a bit guilty either. Nor am I grieving.
Then it was the sweet ants, creatures so dang tiny you can see them only because they move along your countertops in meandering highways that pulse with busyness. We went after them with air power and ground weaponry, and yesterday they seemed to be in retreat. I know for a fact that hundreds died. Call me a killer, but I'm not in the least repentent.
An occasional bat. They too leave unhappily.
Did I mention that the Great Golden Digger wasps are back in town (an alias for cicada-killers)? At least they know their place and stay outside.
If I were among the old time Sioux who once lived here, I think I'd call this time of year the Moon of the Creepy Guests.
Of course, if I were among the old time Sioux who once lived here, I'd sleep in a floorless tent. Just imagine the neighbors who show up when you'd rather not have 'em.
Forgive me, Lord, if some of your very own repulse me. I just don't want 'em in my cashews.
A guy I know buys wolf dung and spreads it over his garden to keep the deer--the gorgeous deer--away from the petunias. He says he gets to hate 'em. And this: I know a guy who's killed 20 rabbits this summer--sweet little furry bunnies--by poking a pellet gun out of his back door. That's awful. That's sin.
This dominion business is just plain troubling.
Peace to all, okay?--but stay the heck out of our kitchen.
Here's the good news: I stomped an earwig that dropped out of my sport coat bag last night, but otherwise, the only one I've seen is the one above.