This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I have something to get off my chest. My very hairy chest. There are criminals around here that have about pushed me to my limits. My arrest book is only so big. (I need another one by the way). I need about a thousand and one more pages to write all of these names down this week. Unless they carry me away. And in that instance, I suppose that I won’t need this book.
This Florida place? Oh, it is full of a lot of great things. The beach of course. And the sunshiney. Lots of sunshiney.
But it also is full of some residents that don’t care if they chase you. They bite you. And then bite you again. And again after that. I do understand that these ones are just doing what they think that their job should be of biting me. But I have a job too. And my job? The warning has been given. Don’t come around here no more.
You know, I feel like an old man chasing kids off of my front lawn. Well, if I had a lawn I would certainly be doing that anyway.
But since I don’t, let me tell you, dear mosquitos. Let me tell you, dear biting flies on my beach…let me tell you red wasp who bit my mouth. Yes, I understand I tried to eat you first. But let me tell you. My handsome may be tempting to try and replicate. But you can’t take a bite out of a cookie and become a cookie. You can’t cut a slice of cake and become a cake. You can’t even take a spoon, stick it in a peanut butter jar and turn into peanut butter. But eat enough pancakes like Digby, and somehow, they do end up on your butt. But. Biting me is useless. You will never be able to steal this sweetness.
There I am. Trying to relax by the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV. Here you come. Rain or shine. Night or day. Bite, bite, bite. Then, I go to the beach at night, and you can’t even leave me alone there. I suppose that my sweetness is more apparent the more sunshiney I get, but come on. The beach? Come on. Is anywhere sacred in your book? Your name? It is now in MY book. But after arresting so many of you, I asked a question. I posed a question to myself. What would happen if I actually arrested all of the mosquitos?
As I always do, I have more than one way of looking at things. That is what I do. That is what a good Sheriff should do. You see, as annoying as something may be, more than likely, it is here for a reason and has a job to do. It quite possibly plays a role in how the world goes around.
Persons have a way of doing away with everything that they think is a nuisance. But how can we learn to stop harming the environment so that things have a chance to do what they were supposed to do? Seems everything is out of balance, and then persons try to fix their own mess. Which makes things worse. What role do each of us play? We may think there are always quick fixes for things we perceive to be a problem. But are we causing more problems in the long run?
So this week, instead of trying to fight against an army of residents trying to get me and getting more mad and running out of paper in my arrest book, we changed our schedule to when they are less active. We walk where there are less of them. And although it is not fun, or convenient, we attempt to live in harmony. Because maybe eventually, that song will catch on. We can dream, can’t we?
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle