Bitch on the Blog

January 24, 2017

Wildlife

Filed under: Amusement,Animals,Questions — bitchontheblog @ 16:06
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Being a practical person I search for solutions. In absence of which an answer may suffice.

Here is a question. I’ll paint you the scenario: I just picked a book (off my well tended and regularly and lovingly dusted bookshelves) and opened it. So far so great. Like meeting an old friend. You pick up where you left off; revisiting the past.

And then? AND THEN? Then, and no sooner had I opened page 172, one of those tiny little critters shoots out of it, hurtling along, no doubt not knowing what to do with exposure to daylight.  Let’s leave aside that I never knowingly disturb anyone, I’d not even dream to raise the dead; however, and this is the question: What is the actual purpose of “beings” like that? What do they add to the world – ours and theirs? On the bright side they don’t bore holes into your books, they don’t sting, they don’t make any noise, they don’t defecate (as far as I can tell); they just are. What for?

U

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14 Comments »

  1. Nature has this wonderful system of creatures who help in the process of destruction so that new life cycles can start. That is the job of such a creature.

    Comment by rummuser — January 24, 2017 @ 16:24 | Reply

    • Yes, Ramana. But what could a tiny speck like that “destruct” in the vast desert of a dry book of 192 pages? Actually, come to think of it, they clearly don’t need water. Do they mate? And, if so, with whom? One stuck between ages 55 – 78? Life is a mystery. And that’s how it should be.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 24, 2017 @ 20:28 | Reply

  2. ?? What are any of us for? Humans have been a wildly successful species so far, but we haven’t been here as long as cockroaches. It’s best not to be too proud.

    Comment by Cheerfulmonk — January 24, 2017 @ 19:49 | Reply

    • I am not “proud”. All I can do is see things from the human side. And one thing I can guarantee you is that neither tiny specks of critter as witnessed earlier or indeed cockroaches have any consciousness as to their existence. I bet my last five pence that they don’t know they are alive. And that’s what differentiates humans. And why we philosophize and generally torture ourselves what the hell it’s all for. I also bet you that small creatures, I don’t know, say a worm, are not frightened of thunder and lightning. It’s nothing to them. The couldn’t care less whether they are alive or dead. That’s why animals don’t have religions. Unlike our forbears in the cave they have no need of gods to make sense of it all. Come to think of it – it must be marvellous to just be, instead of filtering everything through a mind.

      I am in total awe of nature; be it flora, fauna, animals (including humans). And by osmosis I have absorbed a lot about nature’s food chains (one of the reasons I don’t get too upset when an eagle picks a rabbit off the ground, or a lion chases an elegant gazelle) – however, there are (see above) critters which don’t seem to have any purpose in aforementioned food chain. After all. there they are in some of my books (giving a whole new meaning to “bookworm”), but what for in terms of a food chain?

      Oh, Jean, I am totally in love with this subject. It has given me, and still does, many moments of wonderment. Of course, the real conflict is what to do – me, human, that is – when you come across the less than desirable. As it is, earlier today, I didn’t do anything. The book is still open on page 172 and I hope that tiny creature is home and dry (between pages … and …).

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 24, 2017 @ 20:23 | Reply

  3. I don’t think it makes much sense to talk about purpose in nature. The only purpose for species is to survive. A more relevant question would be what does that little critter live on? How does it manage to survive? If you do some research on that question I would love to know what you find.

    Comment by Cheerfulmonk — January 24, 2017 @ 22:39 | Reply

    • You are right about “purpose for species to survive”. One might ask “What for?” In the wake of various comments here I looked into, not least, Catherine’s wool moths, a critter I have not yet encountered among my own garments. What I learned, and it supports your theory, that like with so many other animals it’s actually the larvae who do the damage because the adults, no sooner have they procreated, lose the will to live and die shortly after. So, if you think about it, their only purpose is to make lots of other little wool eaters who then make lots of other little wool eaters … and all in such a short life span one wonders if it’s worth it.

      As to your more practical questions I suggest the best course of action is, next time I come across one) to capture it, take it to our University, let it be identified and go from there. Let’s just say I don’t think it an endangered species. Cute in their way – a bit like ladybirds, only a fraction of their size.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 25, 2017 @ 11:07 | Reply

  4. If it flew out – probably a wool moth, sidetracked with your book pages, studying the right closet to fly to – where your nice wool clothing is held…next year, you will have a hole or two, maybe big enough to slot your finger through but probably not big enough for your head!

    Comment by cedar51 — January 25, 2017 @ 03:07 | Reply

    • Quite the housekeeper, I see. No, Catherine, it wasn’t a wool moth. It didn’t fly. It just ran. And was no more than the size of, say, a grain of granulated sugar. In other words: TINY. If ever I needed proof I am not gong blind it’s that I saw it.

      I have since pulled other books off the shelf to see if there is a community of them and found nothing. Which means this creature – now squashed – must have lived a very lonely life. RIP.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 25, 2017 @ 10:44 | Reply

  5. What did it look like? Apparently it didn’t do any damage to the book, so it can’t be one of critters that eat them. The one scary thing I read is that bedbugs sometimes hide in books, so you can get them by checking the wrong book out of the library. I’m not sure I like this topic!

    Comment by Cheerfulmonk — January 25, 2017 @ 05:13 | Reply

    • The whole thing is a mystery. Particularly, as you say, there is no damage to the book.

      Bedbugs? Oh my god! Jean, I have lived such a sheltered life I haven’t even encountered a cockroach yet. Touch wood. Please do see my answer to Catherine. The thing was so tiny as barely visible.

      The encounter jolted my memory of a rather large stone (smaller than a rock) outside my grandparents’ house. In the summer when the sun was blazing at its hottest around midday, there were teensy weensy bright red “critters” running all over it, in all directions. I was only three or four at the time, totally fascinated, never asked any of the adults about it, just assumed they were miniature ants going about their business as ants do.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 25, 2017 @ 10:51 | Reply

  6. You surprise me, Ursula: of course it defecates!

    and every critter has a purpose, even if we dont know it

    Comment by kylie — January 25, 2017 @ 09:40 | Reply

    • If they do defecate, Kylie, in relation to their body size their poo is negligible as to be non existent.

      I bow in admiration to your philosophical observation that “every critter has a purpose, even if we don’t know it”. So true. Begs question why humans feel the need to get to the bottom of everything, to search for answers, to “know”.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 25, 2017 @ 10:56 | Reply

  7. Indeed, what are any of us for, except to do our best to enjoy the life we’ve found ourselves in. Maybe your minute insect was doing the same, who knows?

    Comment by nick — January 25, 2017 @ 17:27 | Reply

  8. I am entranced by Microscopic Organisms and how very many invisible Life Forms exist all around us, in and on everything, never seen… perhaps never understood, but surely serving Purpose of some kind in the grand scheme of things. Life is so interwoven and complex beyond my feeble comprehension, something seemingly insignificant may have huge significance for all I know or understand. One of many great Mysteries of Life in general. And I find it Interesting that us Humans have favorite and least favorite Life forms… it’s Curious when you think about it why we abhor some Living things and not others. Dawn… The Bohemian

    Comment by Bohemian Valhalla — March 6, 2017 @ 18:08 | Reply


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