I’m going to share some odds and ends of my thoughts in the last few weeks. You see, I’ve been rescuing all many of small creatures inside my apartment, some of which most people wouldn’t hesitate to kill. I’ve been rescuing living things since my younger days, so this is hardly new for me, but being older gives me more insight into why I do it.
I had a small spider appear in my bathroom sink, and it couldn’t climb the slick surface to get out. I couldn’t help but think what a treacherous journey the crawl up the drainpipes must’ve been for the little thing. In terms of size, this would be trekking miles for a spider. Nevermind that having eight legs probably speeds up travel time, it’s likely still a rough patch to get through.
So, I maneuvered the spider onto some tissue paper, and placed it outside in a dark area. I believe it was a small wolf spider, and they’re harmless in terms of venom.
I’ve also managed to whisk away little house millipedes more times I can count. There seem to be an abundance of them in this area. They also like bathrooms.
Then there are the turtles. There are two large ponds in the complex, and many types of aquatic turtles live in there. I love going out there to see them. Occasionally, I will cut up a small amount of some veggies and fruits to feed them. They love bread, but it’s not good for their health, nor is it for the ducks either.
I came upon a very small mud turtle making its way toward the pond in a parking lot. At the same time, a bunch of rowdy kids were coming down the stairwell nearby. I quickly picked up the turtle and placed on the bank of the pond so he could get away in time.
I’ve also come across much larger turtles walking in the street, and at risk of possibly being on the receiving end of a severe bite, I’ve still managed to get them to a water source. I just can’t stand the thought of one of them being run over for simply trying to get from place to place. It’s hardly their fault they are stuck living among human sprawl.
Then, in the last few days, I noticed three little ducklings alone without a mother. I learned from a neighbor that the mother went missing, probably killed by something, and these ducklings had been alone for the past few days. None of the others female ducks have taken them in, and they only have little bushes on the bank of the pond to hide from predators.
Ducklings are painfully cute, which makes leaving them to the wild hurt like hell. Just the other day, there were only two of them left. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for them, and the odds are stacked against them. I hope they manage to survive. If not, I can only hope that whatever takes them is quick.
I clearly have more empathy than I know what to do with. I like to think of that as a good thing, even though it can be a pain in the ass.
I should have an update on my writing projects and such in the next post or two. Thanks for reading.