That even tough as nails invasive species like Asian carp don’t make it.
The raccoons be feasting.
This new (supposed) anthropocene era we’re entering feels different…morphing into a world where egomaniacal conquerer species might be found wanting, while grittier survivor species might thrive.
Pay no heed to my word salad btw. There is almost zero scientific thought behind this garbled mess I’m spouting. I’m just fucking around with semantics to sound smart when in reality I increasingly feel like a dumbass.
So let me leave you with what I’m feeling right now.
Climate disaster is real…but life always goes on.
And raccoons are cool as fuck.
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