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This morning I rescued a moth that was drowning in a dog dish. For whatever reason it matters a lot to me that I was there to see him frantically paddling, the way he calmed as soon as I put the flower stem next to him, how he crawled right on to it.
Even if they can't feel despair, everything just wants to live, right?
The moth may die anyway due to the dunking. He won't be able to fly, and it's a cold morning. But at least he didn't drown in a fcking dirty dog bowl outside a grocery store, with creatures going by, unaware of his distress.
In other news, I'm having a new life experience. I've been sick, and have lost my voice pretty much entirely. It's day 2. I made the first smart self-care decision in five days, in that I took a sick day off work. If I hadn't worked until I was fatigued on Friday and Saturday, I would almost certainly still have a voice now and maybe be over this cold/flu, too.
Even if they can't feel despair, everything just wants to live, right?
The moth may die anyway due to the dunking. He won't be able to fly, and it's a cold morning. But at least he didn't drown in a fcking dirty dog bowl outside a grocery store, with creatures going by, unaware of his distress.
In other news, I'm having a new life experience. I've been sick, and have lost my voice pretty much entirely. It's day 2. I made the first smart self-care decision in five days, in that I took a sick day off work. If I hadn't worked until I was fatigued on Friday and Saturday, I would almost certainly still have a voice now and maybe be over this cold/flu, too.