I believe that nothing passes away without leaving a trace, and that every step we take, however small, has significance for our present and our future existence. —Anton Chekhov
The mind is an amazing thing. It can make music, art, dreams, it can do math, make us talk, write. But it’s also weird and creepy, especially when it goes scurrying down rabbit holes.
Recently my husband and I were watching a show where someone had a pet tiger.
He: I think that was a ridiculous gimmick, totally unbelievable.
Me: Oh I don’t know, people have strange pets. What about the woman whose pet chimp attacked her friend and virtually tore up her face. She had to have a face transplant remember?
Now at this stage my husband goes back to do normal things, like reading or channel surfing or having a beer.
Not me. I start searching the internet. For face transplants. I’m obsessed really. Did you know there have been more than sixty face transplants done all over the world. Many of them were gunshot wounds.
Me (thinking): Oh, and what about the French woman who had a partial face transplant. Her dog ate part of her face while she lay unconscious on the floor.
Me (ruminating): Nah, my dog would never ever eat my face. No, not because she loves me so much. More because she’s very picky about what she eats. I don’t think she’d like the taste of me.
Me (burrowing further down the rabbit hole and coming face to face with—sharks!): what was that NPR interview with a life guard on a Cape Cod beach about the recent sightings of sharks there. I remember him clearly saying the rules of life guarding state that they’re not allowed to enter the water during an active shark attack. They’re supposed to wait until it’s safe.
Life Guard (if I remember correctly): We’re supposed to wait until it’s safe but really we can’t just stand by and watch someone being eaten by a shark. Anyway once a shark bites a human they’re unlikely to attack a rescuer, they don’t like human meat.
Me (going down another rabbit hole): Oh that’s interesting. Let me see how many shark attacks there’ve been on humans.
So, before you go running off the beach let me give you some facts.
We humans kill about 73 million sharks per year. You heard me. 73 million sharks per year. Mostly due to overfishing. Global Shark Attack File
And the number of humans killed by sharks? A hundred thousand? A thousand? Maybe a hundred?
Seven. Yes, SEVEN. 7. The number of humans killed by sharks in 2014
Most around Australia and Africa. Apparently only about two dozen shark species are considered potentially dangerous to humans, yet we are slaughtering sharks by the millions. And in doing so we’re destroying one of the most important predators of the ocean and tilting the delicate balance of our oceans.
So… you know like how Barkhad Abdi who plays the Somali pirate says in the movie Captain Phillips, “Look at me. Look at me. I’m the captain now?” What you should do is stand on the beach and glare out across the ocean at the rapidly disappearing sharks and say, “Look at me. Look at me. I’m the killer now.”
Oh yes, an update on my doggie’s peeing on the carpet. In one of my previous blog posts I talk/ whine about my doggie peeing on the carpet when we leave her alone at home. So we replaced the carpet on the landing with hardwood and voila! The peeing stopped. Of course I still left the baby gate that leads upstairs.
Well, guess what. She OPENED the baby gate. Yeah, she nudged it open with her nose and went upstairs and pee’d. Well, it was partly my fault because I hadn’t latched the gate properly. So back into the dog house she went.
And then…last Sunday my hubby wanted to cycle so I went with the doggie. And she ran out of the car and ran off!!! A mile later I was still unable to catch her. Finally, with the help of a fellow cyclist we managed to catch her.
Back in the dog house!
But before I go I’ll leave you with this cutie pie who is my friend’s new baby. Now, I want a refund on my grumpy old lady now.