Three hundred thousand years? We will not survive three hundred unless we face our responsibilities and eliminate the present threat that menaces the rest of us. So, surely, isn't it time that we, the great majority, arise, shake off the 'control' of these vermin, rid ourselves of their malignant influence and their weapon against us and resume rightful control of our world?
So another very urgent question is whether we should wait. Or even, whether we CAN wait.
P.S. So we venture on into an uncertain future. But, look at the past. See how the uncertainties did not really exist and had no basis. So be brave and step out.
In fact, in celebration of life, and in keeping with their tradition of gracing our lives with such ennobling cultural dance experience as the black bottom, charleston, jitterbug, jive, boogie, rock-n-roll, mashed-potato, the twist, hip-hop etc., I now propose a new dance especially in recognition of their labours and intentions for us. It will be called 'the rid'. We may have to improvise here and there for them, but that should not be too difficult with the incentive they have given us, and the steps should come naturally to them. The world will be a much happier and better place afterwards, and it will surely be a very good riddance. Let us then dangle them with a will to set them dancing well and merrily, rightly footloose and fancy-free, thus forevermore free of all care, as is their due. And our right.
1. Set the temperature of your fridge a degree or two higher and in a few weeks the Drosophila fruit-flies will enact the entire process in miniature for you.
5. 'Other Losses' by James Bacque (1989)