Every time we pause to think of ourselves as the Crown of Creation, which (by the way) I truly believe we are since we have the only ballots cast in that election, Mother Nature pops up with a hurricane, a blizzard, a typhoon, or a rain of frogs (or was that The Lord? I get confused) to take us down a peg or more.
Physarum polycephalum or The Blob has, as I read this article, been around for a million or more years, so I guess that means I'd get up and give it my seat on the subway and it seems to have skills and abilities I will never possess.
I thought of a particular Frank Zappa song when I read the article but let's face it that's pretty hard to hum so, after reading about its preferred habitat, I changed my mind to something I think that's more suitable.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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