"Excuse me, Friend," he said in a whispery voice. I'm far from home and I need to get these kiddos to a wetland, A-S-A-P. Any chance you could give me a hand?"
I was pretty busy at that point, grading a steady stream of online assignment submissions, but I reached down and Giant Water Bug crawled on to my hand. As I drove to Griffy Lake, GWB said not a word, but sighed and tsk-ed repeatedly. I didn't ask questions about how he came to be in my house with his offspring, because I recognized that I was in the midst of a true emergency. We got to the lake in record time and I carried GWB to the edge. He hobbled into the watery grasses without so much as a fare thee well. It seemed rude, to be honest, but who am I to judge? Everyone's dealing with a lot right now.
Though I had lost sight of him, I shouted, "Good luck, Giant Water Bug!" and returned to the car.
2 comments:
I'm certain to quite certain that I wouldn't have saved Water Bug's life.
He was lucky to have you.
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