“Where do I find your pesticides and slug killer?”
I hold back my tongue, one that wants to scream:
“ WHY??? Must you really be rid of pests? How are they affecting your personal life? Have you tried mulch, ducks and beer?”
These pests who need only to be managed with careful mitigation strategies, not whipped out! I think about the myriad of animals who perish from the worst possible of murders: starvation, lack of house and home, amputation, suffocation, drowning, poisoning, a slow and silent death from the inside out caused by our increasingly polluted planet. (However, interesting to note the hopeful beacon from Max: he does not believe the world to be filled with toxicity… but he also said that humans have a responsibility to take some of those toxins out by consuming them- so I’m taking it with a grain of salt)
I am sweeping in the garden centre when I notice I have swept over a bee. I kneel down, and gaze as it reaches out its tiny leg and I sense its heartbeat tail off. I pick it up kindly with my fingers and set it upon a marigold flower in full bloom. As it takes its last breath, I wonder: who did this and why did it happen to you? This amazing, hard working specimen that is responsible for the miracle of pollination and honey…
Was it a lack of water?
Recognizing that urban hydrology does not mimic an old growth forest. In nature, when a tree falls it creates a hole where it’s root used to be firmly planted. This natural depression is important for local hydrology to stay in the system and not be succumbed to runoff, where is this in the city?
Was is a flower that was covertly sprayed with pesticides?
Why do we bother over a couple of bugs in our flowers? Nothing is more satisfying squishing bugs between your fingers- true gardeners revenge. Spraying for one bug may kill dozens of other beneficial insects, we need these peacekeepers in the garden.
Did you spend energy without getting enough return?
I often observe bees and wonder if they are spent of energy, huffing and puffing from one flower to the next. I observe my surroundings and wonder how bees can get by on buttercup and cement walls.
Jumbled up thoughts and emotions because I love animals and nature so much, partly because they surround me and have been a part of my entire existence. I want to save the every last bit of “wilderness”, bring the “wild” back into the city. Having said that, I don’t want to fear the challenges that come with such an odyssey.