Raise a glass this a.m. to the humble javelina -- Wild West cousin to the pig, eater of grubs and worms and such, destroyer of the misplaced works of man.
You're no pig in a poke, Jave. You're a pig-like creature out to punish the greed and hubris of human beings.
Saw several posts on the Magic Used-To-Be-Twitter Thingy yesterday about javelinas going, well, hog wild on a golf course in Arizona, tearing up all those artificially green fairways in search of the yummy morsels that lie beneath. And all I thought was, man plans, God laughs.
This is because man thought it would be a good idea to build golf courses in the desert for all the folks who retire there, and now the javelinas are giving them what they deserve. And also a message.
Goes kinda like this: Hey, dummies, you don't want us plowing up your phony greenery, DON'T BUILD GOLF COURSES IN THE DESERT. Who told you that would be even half-bright?
A very good question, especially now that the Southwest is drying up and golf courses there require, like, gallons and gallons of water to maintain. Plainly put, the water's no longer there for such wasteful luxuries, or soon won't be.
Look. I know conservation isn't a big deal to the developers who build these alien landscapes -- it's all about cashing in on that retiree dough --, but sooner or later even they have to wake up to what's happening. Don't they?
I have been to the desert Southwest a number of times, and what I've noticed is how many of the wiser heads there have landscaping that conforms to the natural elements: cacti, gravel, desert plants that require little to no water. Makes a stark example of their neighbors who insist on maintaining the grassy yards they had back in the Midwest or wherever.
I say turn the javelinas loose on 'em. Nature reclaiming its own, right?
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