Who Needs a Safari?!
Let us take a journey into
the wild. A wild so overflowing with
predators and blood-thirsty creatures, that few have even the slightest chance
of survival. A habitat so viperous, only
the most cunning and cutting can escape unscathed.
Our journey shall begin as
most journeys do - travelling to our inhospitable destination. Do not fool yourself - the journey itself is
riddled with it's own set of pitfalls and near-death experiences. Like any roller-coaster warning, only those
with a strong stomach and healthy heart should attempt this trek. This is no ride for joy, however. Oh no.
This is a ride to epiphany.
The journey should begin in
the morning hours. NOTE: While not necessary, it is highly advisable
to head out as early as possible, as the danger is somewhat lessened the closer
to dawn you begin your excursion. Bear
in mind, however, that dangers still lurk about you in every direction, so it
is important to stay on your toes. Your
mind must be sharp as you navigate the pathways to your final destination.
From every direction you are
faced with the threat of possible doom.
To the right of you is a beast of unimaginable weight and girth,
drifting towards you in a menacing fashion.
To the left of you is a barely identifiable object as it hurtles forth
in to the unknown. Both behind and in
front of you lies craters, boulders, sudden bluish-colored rain showers, and
objects darting out that seemed to spring from nowhere. I cannot stress this enough: Tread lightly and with a vigilant eye. Should you survive, the destination and it's
inhabitants are well worth the scientific study.
At this point, you have
(hopefully) made it to the gateway of the wildlife habitat. You will need to show credentials before
passing through it's gates, so be sure these are in your possession at the time
of arrival. Lack of credentials will
lead to a lengthy wait, regardless of anything you provide to show that you
have been granted access to what lies beyond. Save yourself the time and
trouble and bring your approved entry pass.
You have now entered the
wild. Take a breath. Soak it in.
Appreciate the serenity, for this is the last time you shall feel serene
for a very...long...time.
Do not be taken in by the
seemingly calm atmosphere. To mistake
calmness for safety is a far too common trap in which many have lost their humanity. Calmness is the purr of the wild
tiger. Calmness is the rattle of the
snake. Calmness is not as it appears.
Your first adventure will be
to the feeding grounds, where wildlife of all species congregate to satisfy
their need for hunger and thirst. This
is one of the only two "safe" zones in the habitat. Since this area is well stocked with all
necessary food items for each resident,
the inhabitants are more consumed with consuming and less concerned with
man-eating. This watering hole is best
visited in the morning and early afternoon hours. These are both the safest times for the explorer,
as well as the most observationally satisfying.
The second of the two
"safe" zones is the waste management station, which serves as a
refuge for the inhabitants with bladder relief issues. This zone is safe for the primary reason that
one visits this station for an urgent purpose.
Since more pressing issues are on the inhabitants mind at the time, this
prevents one from being attacked. For
now.
After the feeding grounds,
you will travel onward to the corral.
The corral is located within the center of the habitat and can be
accessed by several pathways and trails.
The corral is a series of blocked off spaces that serve as stalls for
the inhabitants. These walled boxes
provide a sense of privacy, and are equipped with the tools necessary for the
wildlife to stay occupied and keep their minds engaged. Spatterings may appear within the walls of
these stalls. Some experts have suggested these spatterings suggest an
representation of the creatures "work". Others believe these to be a cry for help. One really shall never know. It is very important, however, not to disrupt
any of the spatterings, as this greatly agitates the occupier of said
corral. These occupiers are known as
"Corral Dwellers".
You will observe that, after
walking the corral, some spaces are quite larger than others. And others have, what appears to be, a
"privacy shield" attached.
This signifies the "Leader" of the herd. There is dispute among the scientific
community concerning these "privacy shields". Some suggest that these act as doors, other
experts insist they are for protection.
For the sake of ease, we shall call them "doors". This door indicates that the occupant should
be looked upon with respect. It has been documented that being a Leader does
not automatically garner respect among the Corral Dwellers. This is a unique and interesting sight to
see, and should be noted. Unlike in other habitats, in this wild, the Leader
must prove themselves worthy of esteem.
Of course, this is not true in all cases. You will happen upon the occasional Corral
Dweller who sniffs around the Leaders door and makes motions to clean up their
soiled hay.
Corral Dwellers and Leaders
intermingle often. The common
relationship being the Leader stealing the Corral Dwellers spatterings and
offering them up as their own to their "Prince", for recognition and
reward. The viperous behaviour begins
here. The Corral Dweller has little
recourse, but is aware of the misdeed.
You will notice a type of glazed-eye weariness among many of the Corral
Dwellers. No. They are not drugged. They are merely dwelling within their corral.
Once you have observed the
center of the habitat, your next adventure will be to explore the perimeter of
the grounds. Be cautious on this
excursion. Those inhabitants who feel
themselves superior to both Corral Dwellers and Leaders reside here.
The perimeter of the habitat
provides the best views of the entire wild.
These dwellings also provide, what we have termed,
"doors". These doors are much
more foreboding, as they stand higher and wider than those of the Leader. The inhabitants of these dwellings range from
"Duke" to "Prince", and finally to "King".
To avoid confusion, the
below might be helpful:
·
Corral Dwellers congregate with Corral Dwellers, trying to congregate with
Leaders, but really don't give a f*ck after awhile
·
Leaders congregate with Leaders, trying to congregate with Duke's, and
forced to congregate with Corral Dwellers
·
Dukes congregate with Dukes, trying to congregate with Prince's, and forced
to congregate with Leaders
·
Princes congregate with Princes, trying to congregate with the King, and
forced to congregate with Dukes
The predatory behavior can
start as low on the totem pole as Corral Dweller, but certainly becomes
bloodier and more cut throat at the Leader to Duke cutoff.
The Corral Dweller will have
his/her wall spatterings stolen by the Leader.
The Leader, in turn, presents the stolen spatterings as their own to the
Duke. The Duke, not wanting to be
outdone by the Leader, will poke holes in the spattering, grunting out an
indication that the spattering has potential, but is not "Habitat
Material". The Duke, meanwhile,
presents the suggestion of the spattering to the Prince, who finds the image
interesting. The Prince then growls the
spattering to the King, who paw prints a decline - for lack of habitat funds.
Should you have made it out
of this journey into the wild alive, I suggest one thing. RUN.
Do not walk. RUN. A safe retreat from this habitat is
rare. Take with you what you have
learned and recognize the importance of the ant to life.
Find a dwelling you are the co-master of and become your own King. Or Queen.
With Love
Lady
Butterfly xoxo
This is fun and in second person. Great job.
ReplyDeleteGlen
I'm trying very hard to expand my horizons. It's very difficult. Thanks for everything Glen. I'm very lucky to have you in my corner! xoxo
DeleteKarie, I am getting the strangest feeling that you don't like working in your office. ??? LOL i liked and wondered if you should do a cave man story based on your week at work??
ReplyDeleteIn the works, my dear Squid. In the works...
Deletegreat piece... as I read this I imagined Morgan Freeman as the narrator... :D
ReplyDeleteLol. That's perfect, Nikkah! Thanks for reading :)
DeleteSo, no 'I love my Job' mugs on your desk then, Karie.
ReplyDeleteIt's best I don't...I have a very strong throwing arm :) xo
DeleteAn intriguing world view, Karie, which I enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Teagan! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!!
Deletehey nice read.. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vivek! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks so much for reading and commenting :)
DeleteThis was terrific!
ReplyDeleteWhat cracked me up the most was the realization (after reading people's comments) that I thought you were talking about your house and children throughout your writing. I guess reading really does become a reflection of the reader, then - while others thought "office," I thought, "Oh my God, she's standing in my living room, she's noticed the mess, she knows that locking myself in the bathroom and pretending to be busy is sometimes the only break I get, and ... oh jeez, the kids are too quiet ... where are the kids?"
I'm going to start referring to them as "Corral dwellers" from now on. My husband, too. ;-)
Thanks, and consider me a new follower!
Haha! That's awesome, Cherstin. It really is so amazing how we as readers internalize what we read - and just how unique that can be. There is no wrong way to read, since everybody's interpretation fits them! Just like with song lyrics, my friend and I have a long running battle concerning the meaning to a song - we shall NEVER agree. That's what makes art so wonderful!
DeleteI'm so grateful for you comments and thanks for following! :)
Minefield….tread carefully! reads like a war zone!
ReplyDeleteHaha! Sometimes it feels like one ;)
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