On Insects and Life Lessons
Every time I come home from college, I see more and more stuff piled on top of piles. I employ my anthropology and examine these layers of human activity. I still have high school notes which comprised the bottom of the pile. Towards the middle layers, I have unsold textbooks and unfinished notebooks that I've salvaged for extra scrap paper. I even found a Rubik's cube from back when solving these were cool. At the top proudly sits my new addition of recent college stuff. I have a couple more of these piles placed ergonomically around the place. It's a little bad to be so messy, so I start to take apart the piles and
WOAH A ROACH POPPED OUT AND STARTED TO SCRAM ACROSS THE FLOOR. I am definitely not a roach fan, but I do not scream like a soprano whose career depended on breaking fine wine glass when I see a little bug run sideways on its little legs. Those things are perhaps one of Mother Nature's best lab results for physical fitness. Insects have existed since the dawn of time, constantly defies gravity, and can lift up to 20 times their own weight. Packaged in such a homely fashion, Mother Nature's only other mess-up of the insect is the vulnerability of lying on its back. The chitin of the shell can protect the little thing from weather and surface irregularities, but the insect is screwed once it falls on its back. It flails its little limbs furiously for a couple of seconds before it turns over and dominates the mess once again, but the few seconds can be the difference between life and death in this insect-hating society.
When I was younger, I had this notion that roaches are not so bad, and we should coexist with roaches. I came to the conclusion that we were societally molded to despise roaches and like many thing that tradition tells us (arranged marriage), there is a possibility that it may not be right. During that era of my life, I did not yell for my father to kill the roaches. I minded my business and expected the roaches to mind theirs but
They didn't. The roaches multiplied by the hundreds. The new generations had the audacity to march around and contaminate my food. They clearly were only responsible for the crumbs on the floor, but now they want to touch the whole cookie. It is as if the both of you are pushing a closed door from either side. Finally, you give in and it marches in, takes something out of your fridge and brings its sister along too. This is what happens if you're too nice.
At the end, we decided to repaint our home. We did a lot of cleaning and throwing away and out went the insects too. Stuff is starting to build up again though. It is exactly what chemistry states; the world naturally becomes chaotic, because entropy, the measurement for randomness increases, which makes sense, since insects, nature's little soldiers, thrive in mess. There is also supposed to be some kind of life lesson you can suction out of this bit, but I'll leave the extracting to next time.