Day 214

On the porch today I saw a wasp tackle a large grey moth right in mid air to the ground. The wasp stung the moth, and proceded to chew it clear in half over the course of a writhing thirty seconds, leaving the front half of the moth squirming about and flapping its one still-attached wing as though it somehow still had a chance. Then the wasp flew away. I stood there gawking at the horror for a few moments, before returning to the business of hanging up the laundry to dry.

Bugs are both inspiring and macabre that way: they never appear to give up. They're of a simpler construction than other, larger creatures, such that any intact parts will remain in motion until it is biologically impossible for them to do so. The result is, literally, the sight of bug parts still trying to move around, or escape the spider, or fly. It is the very essence of futility. I wanted to appeal to the moth: "Your time has come, just let it happen peacefully!" But alas, I could not make the appeal.

So I did a little bit of research, to find that adult wasps don't actually eat other insects; they hunt or scavenge other insects in order to gather food for their larvae. The little guy I saw was really just picking up some food for the kids on the way home from work.

Are we so much better? I think we're worse in a sense, because we don't even earn our food directly. We don't farm or hunt or fish (most of us, anyway). We wait for other people (and machines) to kill or harvest our food for us, package it, and sell it to us for a currency that we often earn by doing things that are, in the greater scheme of things, completely useless to the good of society.
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On an unrelated note, if you google "non-porn website" my site is sixth on the list. If you google "last non-porn website" it is number one. I think that's pretty good, though the search word "non-porn" is probably rarely used. Heh.

Also, I went to www.notporn.com hoping perhaps that I could cheaply buy the domain name for this website, but as it turns out there aready is a site. And guess what it is.

That's right folks, it's a porn site.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You were hanging up laundry? Really?
9:09 PM
Max said…
Crazily enough, the outside air does pretty much the same thing as does an electric dryer, just a little more slowly.

But mainly, I'm at my grandma's house and she insists I hang things up whenever possible so as to save energy. When in Rome.
10:47 PM
Anonymous said…
The notporn.com is humorous.
2:41 PM
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