On a recent walk to Catawba Falls, I walked past a little boy as he casually remarked, “So, you know how monarchs are going extinct?”
“Dude, I’m standing right here…”
I tried to keep my cool as I strolled on by, though my heart cartwheeled in my chest while my brain shrieked: “Holy shit, monarchs are going extinct?!??!” [Full disclosure: I have paid very little attention to the news for about a month. I just can’t with the…everything. Truly. I can’t. I hit a wall. So when I heard that kid’s offhand proclamation about monarch extinction, I panicked. Of course I’ve known for a while now that monarchs are in dire straights, but my initial thought was this: Sometime in the past month, it was announced that monarchs are officially, well and truly going extinct. Like there’s one left, it’s got a bad upper respiratory infection, and things don’t look good.]
I leaped online as soon as I got home and quickly discovered that nothing significant has changed with the monarch situation. They’re not even listed under the Endangered Species Act yet (although that seems ridiculous). I heaved a sigh of sort-of relief, cursed that little boy for his callous, inaccurate words, and realized that, despite my greatest wishes, I’ve got to start paying attention to the news again. I can’t keep my head in the sand all the time. Even the most reluctant ostrich needs to face reality, even if the first headline she sees is about a woman getting sucked out a plane window.