Really?

I was chased by a gofer Monday evening. There is no easy way to say it, and I've been flinching ever since the maniacal red-eyed gofer with a chattering screech and uncanny speed came running at me and my juicy Achilles tendons, on the quiet picturesque River Road that runs into our town. And when I say I've been flinching, I mean ducking at the flight of sweet robins fluttering about our apple tree, and tonight I mistook a balding man digging in his garden for a small brown bear, twice. Yep, you read that correctly, I mistook a balding man for a bear, twice. My heart faltered twice, and I think that hearts should not falter in blind fear while running.

I've been chased by an emu.

What is nature teaching me? I can tell one thing, it isn't teaching me to love "all God's creatures". The past two days I've been daydreaming about flattened gofers along the picturesque River Road.