Give a Fly a Bone

Westmoreland/Lexington, E. Hollywood

I understand why people leave food scraps laying on the ground. They're thinking of the stray dogs and cats that wander the neighborhood, desperate for treats late at night. These people have big compassionate hearts, but sometimes they get confused and think that plastic cups and McDonald's french fry wrappers are also edible. Likewise for hubcaps, broken dresser drawers, cat pee stained Lazy Boys (or is it Lazeee Boyz?), smashed beer bottles, and diapers. I can understand that if your heart is so so big, sometimes it overrides the brain, which tells most people to simply make the effort to throw their trash in a dumpster. But anyway, this bone is very old, and has been perched on top of this bush for quite some time. This bone would not be easy to reach for most dogs, and even some cats. The fly, however, is loving it. And so while I initially judged, as I often do, the person who set his or her chicken bone on top of a bush rather than putting it in a trashcan, dumpster, or even on the ground where it would be eaten, I must assume that this person is a modern-day St. Francis of Assisi or a fully enlightened Buddha. In eating this old, meatless bone, the fly will have a longer, happier life, and I, who merely judge without asking why, must accept that surface litterers are inward prophets.