Encroachment

Not just a silly foul in football (american football for you non-americans out there).

Humans, since the first settlement, have encroached on wildlife. Every time I see deer walk by our house, I think of the fence I built to keep them from eating our garden. Every time I find the garbage cans ransacked by racoons, I vent my frustration verbally (or sometimes with pee) to the nearby forest as I pick up after the nasty, stinky mess they leave.

However, nowadays, I fail to be furious. It’s our own damned fault, after all. If we didn’t pave away the wilderness for those ever-so delightful strip-malls and planned communities, take away their homes, their lands, then we wouldn’t have these problems.

What happens when a bear walks through town — “SHIT! We gotta get that… that… THING! out of here. How dare it simply walk into town. Shouldn’t it be extinct or something?”

Man oh man! Just what have done to this world?