The Compost Heap Serpent and Our Collective Priorities
Honestly, are we really surprised? Fifteen months! A snake, a perfectly respectable reptile I’m sure, spent fifteen months living under someones compost heap. And apparently, it was “living comfortably.” Comfortably! As if the pinnacle of existence is nestled amongst rotting vegetable matter and discarded tea bags. It just encapsulates so much about modern life, doesn’t it?
We fret over micro-optimizations in software development – milliseconds shaved off processing times, algorithms tweaked to within an inch of their lives – while a reptile population thrives in suburban undergrowth. We obsess about the latest widget or gadget that will supposedly enhance our experience, and yet a snake can apparently flourish on a diet of discarded banana peels and forgotten potato skins for over a year!
Its not even that remarkable, is it? Animals adapt. They survive. They find sustenance where they can. Meanwhile, we’re creating existential crises about font sizes and API integrations. I picture the snake, surveying its domain of decaying leaves, probably thinking, These humans are utterly ridiculous. And you know what? Its got a point. A scaly, comfortably compost-dwelling point.
