I just discovered that a fellow blogger decided to blog about my recent post "Wildlife in Southern Illinois."
This is what this person had to say: "Strange that people are so disconnected from nature that seeing a small animal frightens them so much. I’ve met more than a few people like that, and just stare at them blankly when they say something of that nature. I grew up in and now live in a place where seeing things regularly that could bite your face off (alligators) was not unusual, so seeing a little ‘possum is no big deal."
What I find really strange is that even after meeting "a few people" like me, the author of the post still can't accept the frightening possibility that not everybody grew up in the same, alligator-rich circumstances than he did. Imagine how much this blogger would "stare blankly" if he were to discover that - oh, horror! - there are people whose life circumstances are so different that they were actually born in other countries. I wish this blogger some gentler encounters with the variety of human experience in the future.
I also wish him a rapid encounter with the concept called "a sense of humor."