A few months ago, I was visiting some friends when we heard a commotion in the henhouse. Cobra! Some young men and I grabbed machetes and rifles and dashed to the rescue. A swift battle ensued and behold the dreadful result.
Are you concerned that some pal of this cobra might seek revenge? That he might chase me down no matter where I go? Or that he might drink my milk? Allow me to allay your fears with this myth-buster chart I saw at the zoo in Darjeeling.
In India, pedestrians cross the road in a single leap at the first beep of your horn. Not goats. Goats know who has the right of way – they do. Charge up as abruptly as you want, it doesn’t faze them a bit. Screech to a stop as dangerously close as you like and honk as many times as you please, they will neither accelerate their pace nor even acknowledge that you exist.
This is a picture of six kids playing pig pile. Can you see them all? I can’t.
India has the same roadside litter problem America had in the 1950’s. So, which do you think will best solve the problem – monkey garbage cans or seal garbage cans?
It’s only been about a century that Man has been able to see things from stratospheric heights with his own eyes.
Even after decades of plane rides, Man (me) still gets a crink in his neck from staring goggle-eyed at sights that, for 99% of human history, only angels were privileged to see. But on many flights now, you’re instructed to close your window so passengers can watch reruns of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”.
Eventually, Man (me still, I hope) will be cruising in starships among far flung galaxies like this one.
And while I’m happily hyperventilating, I expect some annoyed individual will tap me on the shoulder and say, “Would you please shut your window? We’re playing ‘Hungry Hungry Hippos’.”
More photo flotsam next week.