At just four months of age, Sammy the Snake suffered a terrible loss: his mother was run over by a motorcycle as she tried to cross the road in sunny Milford State Park in Kansas where they lived.  It being such a critical time for mother-son bonding, the park ranger hoped another female snake would adopt Sammy, but they all just slithered away.  So the nurturing ranger decided to find a caretaker for Sammy outside the serpent family.

snakeandmouseLuckily, the ranger heard that the Department of Ecology and Evolutionary Biology at the University of Kansas had successfully paired an orphaned pot-bellied pig with a mouse.  Hoping for a similar outcome, the ranger moved Sammy to the University’s Student Farm  and then found a mouse that lived behind the cafeteria, the one that the food workers had named Morty.

Why a mouse?  Mice might not seem like the most caring of animals, but years of research have demonstrated that their level of altrusim is just less than that of ninth-grade humans, a species well known for empathy.  Mice remember other mice, they know left turns from right turns in mazes, and they twitch their whiskers in distinct, emotional rhythms when sizing up other species.  So, mice bonding with other animals is not so unlikely, especially with snakes, who are bright and expressive and rely so heavily on their tongues.

Still, the attempt to pair the two didn’t start out well.  When they first met, Sammy chased Morty around the water dish, coiling and rising up to appear as threatening as possible.  Morty fled — as mouse instincts demand — and burrowed in the mulch for hours, hoping that Sammy’s sensitive tongue would not detect him.

After one-hundred-twenty-four days of wary gestures and tentative tongue-flicks, the pair finally accepted each other, and the effort proved to be worth its danger-filled beginning.

“I still remember the day Morty gave the sniff of death to a vole that Sammy was about to consume,” said Dr. Peter Martin of the University’s Deep Well Biology Lab and known to his colleagues as “Uncle Petrie.”  As Dr. Martin would later testify, “We knew they were truly goombahs when they started to sleep cuddled up together.  I must admit, we were concerned that Sammy would coil up and crush Morty by mistake!”

Once the bond was made, snake and mouse were inseparable.  Being noctural, they would nap together in the day and move about at night, hunting for food.  Morty would rest his bristly tail on Sammy’s scaly back as they explored the enclosure and searched for snacks.  The staff expected Sammy to imitate the food-gathering habits of the more-experienced Morty, but instead the mouse became the copycat, even attempting to snare a cricket (not typically part of a mouse’s diet).

The well-meaning University Student Farm had always planned to reintroduce Sammy to  his family in the park where he was born.  But as he was being readied for release, Sammy became ill from a twisted intestine, and Morty disappeared.  Veterinarians were unable to save Sammy and could not locate Morty.  Sammy was just fifteen months into what might have been a fifteen-year lifespan.

The staff of the University of Kansas Student Farm were heartbroken, of course, but they all share the hope that Morty has survived to make other warm interspecies friendships.  But so far, other than some moldy tomatoes, there has been no sign of life around the dumpster behind the cafeteria.

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• Country music star Merle Haggard passed away on April 6.  Pop music star Prince died on April 21.  Between those days, 2,275,000 other people died.  It’s been a sad April.

• True confessions: my social memory is like a dry sponge.  If I remember a personal detail about you, it’s only because you told me three or four times and somehow put up with my inability to soak it up the first and second times.  I seem to be able to store one important item about a person per encounter.  I hang onto your years-old emails to remind myself of the names of your children and what your interests and concerns are.  If only I were so loosely tethered to my own concerns.

• Humanity is about being humane.  What is the corresponding term for other members of the animal kingdom?  Do dogs have wagacity?  Do pigs have baconity?

• Last night, I dreamed I was a staff member at the United Nations, and they told me to draw a map of the messy parts of the world.  My first impulse was to get out my crayons and color the whole thing mud brown, but then I figured that some gradation of tone was in order.  So I started to think about things that make life messy.  Like poor sanitation.  Disease.  Wars.  Abusive relations.  Feeling like you don’t belong.  Were there some places in the world free of all that?  I just went ahead and colored the whole map mud brown.  How nice, for me, that this was just a dream.

• Earlier this week, former Navy SEAL Kristin Beck lost her primary bid for a Maryland congressional seat.  She ran as a Democrat, but her positions sounded very Republican.  She probably lost the vegetarian vote when she said this: “The IRS is above all law. They have their own laws, their own courts and they meat out punishment for both economic and political reasons.”  And how do I know this?  Because her website is one of the handful of results one gets when searching for the term meat out punishment.

• I have this thing about reciprocity: if other people invite me to care about them, maybe they might also care about me.  This has landed me in (horrors!) social-media purgatory.  Recently, one of my Facebook friends shared a post by Sen. Elizabeth Warren discussing her husband’s birthday and his skating lessons.  Now, I favor Ms. Warren’s progressive stances, but she is not a cult figure to me as she is to others, and her relationship with her spouse is not my concern, just as ours is of no interest to her.  She is a political figure, not a personal friend.  I decided to add a comment to that effect on her Facebook post.  One of her fans promptly responded: “If you don’t like it, stop reading.”  Okay.

• I don’t really understand the appeal of Trader Joe’s.  Especially its wine, supposedly one of the best deals in the store.  Based on a online review, I decided to try the “Velvet Moon” Cabernet Sauvignon.  I was, to put it tactfully, vastly unimpressed.  It is priced about the same as Jacob’s Creek (usually on sale for $5.99 in our supermarket) but it is thinner and more juice-like, which makes it a great communion wine for pass-the-chalice Unitarians.

• Speaking of religion, or lack thereof: I find it interesting that it takes a foxhole to convert an atheist, but it only takes a mixed-religion betrothal or that new church down the street to convert the faithful.  Even then, it’s more like flipping a pancake.

• If I have insulted anyone, then those I did not insult just wasted their time reading this conditional clause.  The non-insulted should have stopped at the comma.

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There was a local design and marketing outfit — they called themselves Graphic Pharts — who recently went out of business.  I was walking past their old storefront yesterday when I noticed a box of bumper stickers in a nearby dumpster, along with other remnants of their short-lived operation.  I assume they designed these for the presidential campaigns, in hope of landing a big contract.  If so, I can see why they closed.  Thought I’d share:

Hillary Sticker

Bernie Sticker

Trump StickerCruz Sticker bumper-kasich

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