Sometimes I just love the cosmic righteousness of the world. As in ...
The first reaction I had to that headline was, "That probably wasn't much of a battle, depending on who the otters are going up against." And I was right because they were going up against MAN. Or rather, man's folly in believing that he can shape the world to his liking.
When Sanders, a biologist, finally captured the critter at Southern California's Anacapa Island, he shipped Phoky north to Monterey under an ambitious federal program to preserve otters while protecting shellfish divers from natural competition.
But within six months, Phoky was back in forbidden waters. He was one of dozens of otters that surprised government biologists at almost every turn. Now, it seems, officials are throwing in the towel.
In an admission that the slick-furred creatures refuse to respect boundaries imposed by man, authorities want to officially abandon their otter-relocation policy.
If the government's battle of wits is at an end, the otters have won.
Goooooooooooooooooo OTTERS! *shakes pom-pons*
Seriously, look at this face:
Would you try and remove that cute widdle creature from its natural habitat and force it to live in a cold scary place that it doesn't know? NO! And no one puts Baby in a corner!
"We flew 'em out there," Sanders said, "although we didn't blindfold them."
The otters didn't play along. Some swam up to 200 miles to return to native habitat along the Central Coast.
Just like how sea turtles return to the beaches where they hatched to lay their own eggs. Just like how the swallows return to San Juan Capistrano every year on March 19th (also known as my birthday).
There's a lesson to be learned here: don't f*ck with the otters, man.
"It comes down to a philosophy of, what do you believe in? Do you believe in animals or do you believe in human beings?" said Robert S. Juntz Jr., president of the Sea Urchin Processors Association and owner of a processing plant in Mendocino County that employs about 45 people.
And that lesson goes double for you, Mr. Robert S. Juntz Jr.! Last I checked, human beings don't NEED to eat urchins, and in fact, urchins are not a staple of a human being's diet. Unlike, oh, OTTERS. So I guess I believe in animals.
I believe in the sweet spot, soft core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Goodnight.Posted by Highwaygirl on November 16, 2005 04:02 PM to the category Current Affairs