No one could deserve a dog as good as you.
Our Animal Kingdom
Here come the critters
Doug set up a “critter cam” in our backyard. He scatters apples around it and wakes up the next day like a kid on Christmas morning looking for wildlife footage. The first day, he found snapshots of himself setting up the camera. The second day, a slideshow of me pushing the kids on the swings. Day three, a dozen or more pics of our dogs attempting to eat the apples. But on day four, his critter cam investment finally paid off.
Bugs need pity, too.
As it is day three of watching the fruit flies struggling on fly paper, I decided they join the ranks of several other bug forms who have earned my sympathy and/or rescue efforts: beetles swimming for their lives in the dog bowl; spiders endlessly trekking in circles around a laundry basket; bees losing their battle on a window sill; and ants carrying little white beads of poison to their hungry babies’ nests. You can call me overly sentimental, but then again, that’s why I’m coming back as William and Kate’s great-great-great-grandchild, and you’re all coming back as cockroaches.
The fruit flies have invaded my house in swarms.
For the past thirty-six hours, I have been watching their pitiful struggle on a strip of Black Flag fly paper.
Today I learned they have a three-day life cycle, which means already they’ve spent half their lives—the pinnacle of their careers, the grandparent years, self-actualization and retirement in my banana bowl—stuck knee-deep in adhesive goo.
And you thought you were having a bad weekend.