Who Are You Fighting?

When I was on a morning run this summer, I found a crawfish crawling towards a very busy road. I thought, “I’ll just grab it by the tail and relocate it to the pond so it won’t become a tattoo on someone’s tire.” I had no idea how quick and vicious a little crawfish could be. That little sucker nearly had my pinky finger for breakfast. Next, I tried with a bucket to scoop it up and relocate it, but it fought and fought and dug itself down into the earth, snapping its pincers at me. I looked down at that fiery, red crustacean and muttered, “Fine! Crawl to your death if you want!” and left. I can give up on a crawfish. I can’t give up on my kids.

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