Not quite 48 hours ago, I considered the possibility that wetland insects were God’s way of protecting us from destroying natural floodwalls. And then comes this week’s New Yorker, with an article hinting that God has provided the same kind of cautionary warning for desert-dwellers. You can’t see an aquifer disappearing, but perhaps rising sickness among your family and friends would cause you to move on.
Or maybe not.
Proving once again that “nobody ever went broke underestimating the American intellect.”
Which raises this question:
How much of our dreadfully high national health bill comes from our insistence on building and living in ecological niches for which we were not intended?