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.
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. 🙂
Nice…