On my walk today I noticed something that got me thinking.
I had my mp3 blasting out 'toons' (hip eh?) Well actually I think it was Abba singing Eagle at this point...so maybe not.
Anyway there was me happily striding along the banks of the Clyde and suddenly felt glad that my urge to wear my Hibs t-shirt gave way to my rock urges and plucked the ACDC 'T' instead. I didnt realise that you could walk to Ibrox from the centre of town when Rangers were at home and so I found myself in the 'throng' making itself along aforementioned river. I was glad when I got to the Squinty bridge and made a quick 'right' and back across to civilisation.
It was about this time that just as I was about to put my foot down in front of me (this helps when walking) I noticed a strange looking bug going the same way.
With no time to think I managed to avoid squishing him and then I started to wonder...
What if this strange looking bug was actually a mutated bug! Maybe it used to resemble something I would recognise but now its fast becoming the bug that will end all human life on Earth? Maybe that split-second where I could have squished it was the last chance for humanity and now I have doomed us to fate worse than death (or maybe a Westlife concert – which may be a fate worse than a fate worse than death).
Then I thought – maybe it had just finished a hard day at the bug factory and was scurrying home to his small hole where his bug family were waiting for him. Probably his bug-wife will have a list of chores for him to do when he gets in (or on his next day off) and he will roll his bug-eyes but say nothing (as that's best in those situations) and simply get on with it.
Maybe I should have squished him – he may have thanked me for it.
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