They disappear from view in August and return in April or May. In between, they are supposed to hibernate. Not a bad life! Their only problem is that they’re close to the ground and even though they can stand up on their hind-legs to see a bit farther, crossing a road can be a dangerous endeavor. Many get ran over that way.
So yesterday, as we were walking, we saw one laying flattened in the gutter. A sad story that made me think “Do potguts go to Heaven?” So, I imagined our flat little fellow, showing up at the Pearly Gates and welcomed by Saint Peter.
- St. Peter: Hi, who are you?
- Potgut: I’m what they call a Potgut in Utah
- St. Peter: Never heard of that…
- Potgout: Do you speak Latin?
- St. Peter: Yeah, I used to live in Rome…
- Potgut: I’m a Urocitellus armatus
- St. Peter: What happened to you?
- Potgut: I got ran over by a Tesla driven well over the speed limit!
- St. Peter: I see, that’s too bad, next time pay attention! Wait a second and let me see what I can do for you… I could put you upstairs, it’s the comfy version of Eternity… Here you go, there’s a tiny vacant corner available for you.
- Potgut: I need a lot of sleep, is there a good bed there?
- St. Peter: Well the company that dwells upstairs is pretty boring. not fun at all, so sleeping is a great option!
- Potgut: Can I do it eternally?
- St. Peter: Just tell the chambermaid when you get there and she’ll set you up! Let me get you your key...

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