I recently watched a National Geographic documentary about the Killer Cane Toads of Australia. Those of you who live in Australia already know what I’m referring to. For those of you who don’t, I’ll fill you in.
They are an ugly little critter, which is not native to Australia. It was brought to the country in order to take care of another species which was destroying sugar cane crops, the cane beetles.
In Australia, the Cane Toad has no natural predator. No natural predators, equals proliferation.
I’m sure there are the same problems in other parts of the world where one species was introduced to a non-native environment to take care of some type of problem. In the southern United States, it was Kudzu. The plant grows at very rapid rates, and is hard to eradicate.
Some of you may find these little facts interesting, like I did. But that’s not why I write about this.
This morning, I was thinking of this documentary and how it relates to thoughts and beliefs. With the speed at which information travels these days, we are barraged with so much, there are times when it is difficult to decipher what is true and what isn’t.
The odd thing about human behavior, in my opinion, is that we tend to stick with the crap. The invasive opinions of some misguided people. People who gain fame through their noxious–or obnoxious–words.
Before we know it, the opinions of one become true facts for others. They spread the incorrect information, and we have an entire group of people who transform into an invasive species, becoming hard to eradicate because they block the facts from entering their brains.
I’m not sure where we lost our curiosity to seek more information. Why have we become so lazy that we listen to something over and over, until it becomes the truth to us whether or not there is any factual data to back it up?
My kindergarten teacher had us perform the motions of putting an invisible thinking cap on our heads, and tying the string under our chins, it’s still useful to me today. Of course, in my mind, my thinking cap looked like a dunce cap.
I’m proud to still be using that cap, as it has come in handy over the last few decades. However, I’ve had to start using chest high rubber boots (chest waders) in order to maneuver through the mounting piles of crap.