BACON

YES i love it when adrian is way bigger than rocky uh here's my take on rocky and adrian

then they came in a planted a whole bunch of trees on it. perfectly spaced, all the same species, all in rows.

they continue to mow the space around the trees.

and every time i see it, it makes me so mad. i know know the city is fucking patting themselves on the back for that.

they could’ve provided a whole ecosystem for thousands to hundreds to billions of critters with that space. bugs, birds. . . they could’ve come in and planted native species. things that wouldn’t have to be maintained, or mowed, or watered.

and yet here we are, yet again, with some stupid bullshit.

this story is the same all over the country. about every barren plot of lifeless grass that just sits off in some corner. never used by anyone for anything and yet it must be religiously mowed like it’s a temple. they’ll plant their tree rows and tell you they’re being good. stop yelling at us look we planet trees! we’re so awesome!

meanwhile the country is boiling alive, the native species are decimated. they keep spraying and spraying for mosquitoes even though the populations just continue to grow. there’s nothing left out there to eat them.

we’re wasting so much water on something that does fucking nothing. drowning it in pesticides for what fucking reason. nothing lives there. mowing every saturday to maintain some perception of perfection that no one even steps foot onto or passes a second glance at.

the bees keep having to fly further and further for food. they die on the pavements made from our concrete overlords.

they tell you that you can’t have a wild lawn because your native wildflowers are too tall. because you’ve got bugs in your outside.

the grass lawns form stagnant puddles. the soil is hot and dry.

it isn’t good enough to just have green things.

there needs to be purpose. there needs to be wild.

me -

a person who actively seeks them out, interacts with them on the daily, gets all up in their business, researches them

is continually deemed as less significant or trustworthy or accurate than the perception of a person who -

was stung one time and religiously avoided wasps ever since

you could be stung, once, twice, or even a hundred times.

it wouldn’t even come close to representing the nature of a taxonomic group that is comprised of hundreds of thousands of different species, and millions upon millions of individuals.

yet, you’d probably find, if you took the time to experience it. without fear, without hatred -

that wasps are gentle, curious, brilliant, beautiful, intelligent, indescribably valuable gems made of all the wonder the earth has to offer

animals who, like all others, want nothing more than to survive.

maybe even, if they’re lucky enough -