At an old job of mine we had a mouse problem. I once saw a ball of dust clinging to one of the glue traps. When I approached the dark corner, I found that it was not dust at all, but a mouse. I was surprised to see there, on the sticky floor of the trap, the very thing the trap was set to catch. It struck me then (innumerable things at once), how animals become such a part of the scenery, where we believe they belong, and how they are at once both living creatures, and dead earth. They cling to the edges, ready to be seen or unseen. Caught, uncaught. It doesn’t matter, because there’s always more. Innumerable things breathing in the underbrush, waiting in dark corners, or building nests in places we will be upset about.
They are almost always where we can’t quite see them.
Anyway, I had a taco and saw a cup of flies yesterday. It’s near-spring, even though it’s going to snow tomorrow. But I was still in a bad, and stormy mood. What up with that?
Also, in case you are interested, this is the best video I found on the internet this week.