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Human Biodiversity is an interesting term I learned from
@Postman
I live in a relatively rural area, so there's lots of 'critters running amok. I see a 'coon in a pile of debris, rummaging for god knows what and I don't give it a second thought. Too busy thinking about shoes or girls or whatever.
Sometimes we get a visitor from out-of-town. The fauna absolutely fascinates them. I remember there were little kids who started squealing and ran up to me. They dragged me by the cuff down a flight of stairs, to a window. "LOOK-LOOK, LOOK!" - Pointing to a sapsucker or a fox next to a tree. I could see the glimmer in their eyes. They wanted to jump up and down but were afraid they'd scare it away. Scared to even look at it, even. Presumably under the logic of "if we can't see them, they can't see us".
Err- at least that's what I was thinking. The girl was scared it'd come to approach her. And not without just cause. Foxes, after all, have a high rate of rabies. You don't want to even touch one - they're filthy creatures. You just don't know what holes it's been in and what it's done. Upon hearing this, her brother began to boast. "I ain't scared of no fox". He explained the combo of moves he'd use to bring it down from his favorite fighting game. After the "finisher", he'd taxidermy the head and use the rest to make a fur hat like davy crocket had.
I had things to do so I started heading upstairs. I don't gaf about no fox. Yawn. Every day I see them.
"You can't do that!" I turned around halfway to my room and saw the girl was on the verge of tears.
why? - the boy interjected
She has a family too, yknow. Just like us.
The boy smirked. Whadya think it's a girl?
I can just tell.
Quite the argument followed. The girl called her brother various permutations of cowardly and he threatened to lock her out the house to be with her dear friend Yogi Bear and the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
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A rather charming little interaction. Now read that again, but with replace the animals with the city critter that sounds most like them. 'Coon stays the same. When a fox bites you, you have a high chance of contracting rabies. When a fag does the same, you have a very high chance of contracting a worse disease - HIV.
That was what I was doing this morning, camping out with my binoculars in the parking lot of a strip mall. The garden - or Target i should say - variety soy and fag absolutely fascinates me. Had a close run in with one - It saw me staring while alternating between smoking my pipe and swigging my red bull. It approached but thankfully my L. Ron Hubbard tapes in the radio scared it away.
@PostmanI live in a relatively rural area, so there's lots of 'critters running amok. I see a 'coon in a pile of debris, rummaging for god knows what and I don't give it a second thought. Too busy thinking about shoes or girls or whatever.
Sometimes we get a visitor from out-of-town. The fauna absolutely fascinates them. I remember there were little kids who started squealing and ran up to me. They dragged me by the cuff down a flight of stairs, to a window. "LOOK-LOOK, LOOK!" - Pointing to a sapsucker or a fox next to a tree. I could see the glimmer in their eyes. They wanted to jump up and down but were afraid they'd scare it away. Scared to even look at it, even. Presumably under the logic of "if we can't see them, they can't see us".
Err- at least that's what I was thinking. The girl was scared it'd come to approach her. And not without just cause. Foxes, after all, have a high rate of rabies. You don't want to even touch one - they're filthy creatures. You just don't know what holes it's been in and what it's done. Upon hearing this, her brother began to boast. "I ain't scared of no fox". He explained the combo of moves he'd use to bring it down from his favorite fighting game. After the "finisher", he'd taxidermy the head and use the rest to make a fur hat like davy crocket had.
I had things to do so I started heading upstairs. I don't gaf about no fox. Yawn. Every day I see them.
"You can't do that!" I turned around halfway to my room and saw the girl was on the verge of tears.
why? - the boy interjected
She has a family too, yknow. Just like us.
The boy smirked. Whadya think it's a girl?
I can just tell.
Quite the argument followed. The girl called her brother various permutations of cowardly and he threatened to lock her out the house to be with her dear friend Yogi Bear and the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
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A rather charming little interaction. Now read that again, but with replace the animals with the city critter that sounds most like them. 'Coon stays the same. When a fox bites you, you have a high chance of contracting rabies. When a fag does the same, you have a very high chance of contracting a worse disease - HIV.
That was what I was doing this morning, camping out with my binoculars in the parking lot of a strip mall. The garden - or Target i should say - variety soy and fag absolutely fascinates me. Had a close run in with one - It saw me staring while alternating between smoking my pipe and swigging my red bull. It approached but thankfully my L. Ron Hubbard tapes in the radio scared it away.
