This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Yesterday, we left that Virginia place. It’s been some of the best fun we have had in so long! We went on so many hikes and looked up at so many mountains. We had so much good weather and sunshiney and so much green grass.
But as in every place and every state we visit, some residents just aren’t so welcoming. Some residents are overbearing. Some residents are all for themselves. So to them, we bid goodbye. To you. And you. And you. And a million fleas on top of that. Bye. Bye.
Literally. Fleas! As much as that Virginia loved us and we loved it, we didn’t love two baths a day. Essential oils I can leave for another day which I hope I never meet, and having our sheets and towels washed every day. Girl Person says when you don’t use chemicals it is hard. But we want to be around for as long as we can. Even if it’s more work. The problem is, getting rid of things like fleas would seem to be right. But are there any good points to fleas? I wondered. And Girl Person told me yes. As usual, her explanations were riveting.
Fleas help decompose nonliving things. They also enrich the soil.
You see, every bug and animal in nature has a purpose. We have to have love. Even for fleas.
But things become out of balance. It’s a fight to live in harmony with things out of balance. So we do our best to show respect while keeping healthy. It’s hard. Real hard.
The biggest problem is when persons think everything is about them. It’s not. Just because a flea does things you don’t want it to, in a balanced earth, it would serve its purpose. We have to recognize that. Give value to that. When one bug or animal disappears entirely, it makes other problems.
The fleas made me think of persons making their lives better. They try to be better but maybe they associate with others who don’t support them being better or their best. It doesn’t mean they are bad persons. Just maybe not good for them. So sometimes it is time to move on like we did yesterday.
It’s was fun Virginia. But no need for a postcard or a fleacard. We will keep you in our memory. That’s the best place for now.
Oh. And before I forget.
You. Are. All. Arrested.
–Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle