This probably harkens back to my ant-keeping days, and it makes me wonder how much of my personality is comprised of this observer trait. And whether that's helpful for a writer, or a sign of laziness and passivity, or just the neurosis that results from a childhood in which it is necessary to assess one's environment for potential flare ups of mental illness or anger. Or a little of each.
Or hey, maybe it just goes along with my tendency to overthink everything. See above.
And at any rate, I have always loved critters, as evidenced by many a pose with pets and at petting zoos from the days when my hair was blonde and my skirts were short.
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