For humans, Christmas Monkey is a joyful time of year, a time to gather with family and friends, spend money we don’t have, gain weight, and drink like sailors. But in this time of great joy, we need to remember the less fortunate taxonomic groups among us. Remember the Dinosaurs.
It’s often difficult to empathize with the faceless masses of dinosaurs, avian or… not, so let’s look at one dinosaur, the mighty (though small) Traumador. What is this time of year like for him and his kind? The truth may shock you!
For Traumador, the terror begins at Thanksgiving, in mid-October, when you take Canadian Thanksgiving into account. From then until New Years, Traumador is constantly reminded that many of his relatives will not live to see the new year. In fact, Traumador has to wonder whether he will see a relative killed on national TV, in yet another botched Sarah Palin interview.
The point of this post is guilt. If you didn’t know that, you do now. But we both know that guilt isn’t going to hold any of you back, you who are sitting down to a Dinosaur-centric meal tomorrow. In fact, the guilt won’t be holding me back either, although my meal is on hold until New Year’s Day.
So my proposal is simple. If you sit down to a meal of Dinosaur tomorrow, notice the bird, fresh out of the oven, with the its skin sizzling invitingly. Look at it surrounded by other delicacies, and remember what made this meal possible.
Without the Dinosaurs, your delicious meal would never have evolved!