November 01, 2004

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This afteroon this flyer was stuffed in the front door of the Cake
Eater Pad. Apparently someone in the neighborhood has their knickers in
a twist over some dead foxes.
And here I didn't even know there were foxes in the
neighbohood.
While the Cake Eater Pad faces out onto a fairly busy street, behind
the house is a variety pak of manmade and natural features comprised of
large expensive houses and two marshes that are within spitting
distance. About a mile away is Minnehaha Creek (yes, the same Minnehaha
Creek Lileks is always going on about. It starts out west in Minnetonka
and meanders its way east to around the airport, where it turns into
Minnehaha Falls...if I'm remembering correctly.) Because of these
marshes, we get wildlife. If you were around this summer, perhaps you
remember the tale of the duckies that decided to hatch on the roof of our garage.
So, while I've made it a point to live in the city to keep my dealings
with wildlife to a bare minimum, it appears that this is not the case. Foxes, huh?
And this person wants me to make sure I'm not leaving any pesticides or
poisons outside for them to eat. Well, forgive me for recalling the
laws of nature to this person, but hey, if they don't have the good
sense not to eat poison, well, they deserve to die. I'm sorry, but this
is how animals---human beings included---evolve. It's called survival
of the fittest. Not like I'd deliberately leave poison sitting around
outside the house to kill a fox, but damn...honestly, why should I
care? Sure they might eat the field mice, but they sure haven't been
doing a number on the squirrel population, as we have nothing but wide
arsed and sassy beasts roaming the yard for acorns. If I choose not to
leave pesticides outside it's because there's a small child who lives
in the apartment downstairs. I care about him not being poisoned. I
really don't give a hoot about a fox.
I mean, unless it's for a coat or something like that. Then I'll start setting traps.

Posted by Kathy at November 1, 2004 05:45 PM | TrackBack
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