It just can't be helped. Dogs and rats are crazy about hunting and eating kiwis (HINT: They Stink), who have no defense whatsoever. You'll never see one except in a special kiwi-house, a sort of zoo-like place where they breed 'em. They're kept in what is as good as total darkness as they are critters of the knight. During our stay, newspapers announced that somewhere or other the Endlösung for the rat problem was about to begin. An enormous poison-eradication campaign, which was the last hope to save the kiwis in that area. Forget it... Fat chance... ¡Lubidá! No Way, José! This is as good an occasion as any to have a cynical look at the problem. Nobody complains about the sheep, cows, cats and dogs that have been imported (well, almost nobody), but they keep kvetsching about possums and rats. The same for apple, pear and cherry trees, grape vines, clover and whatever; those are fine. But when pampas grass takes over original vegetation it's a disaster. Grow up, kids. Like Larry Niven says, "think of it as evolution in action." |
happy kiwi family a diorama—would I fool you? |
hen kiwi-henpicked |