Save the Snowflakes

I wasn’t aware until this morning that snowflakes had such complex emotional lives. Why, just yesterday I stepped on and presumably squished a whole bunch of them and didn’t think anything about it at all. But now I learn that they can be stressed into incontinance by even such small things as opposing opinions – I can only imagine the effect stepping on them and grinding them into the dirt with heavy boots must have.

Gee. Now I feel kinda bad.

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2 Responses to Save the Snowflakes

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    Ah, no. On so many levels. 🙂 And I love to squish snowflakes, and will again as soon as it is warm enough to go outside without a spacesuit. 🙂

To the stake with the heretic!