Nightshade Tea: The Magical Hour of Predation
It has been said by some that I am a Secretive Creature of the Canopy, but anyone who would say such a thing is making an issue out of nothing. They wish they could be part of the Canopy, if you know what I mean. Jealousy is an ugly, weak thing. Dear Day-Living creatures, there is nothing “secretive” going on simply because you are asleep and not participating in, nor invited to, the nocturnal wonders happening nightly in the Canopy.
These same types have called me “difficult.” I scoff at this. They disparage me while continually engaging in the questionable activities of “studying” me (Can you pronounce the word “stalking”?) which they shouldn’t have been doing, and do not have the depth to do in the first place. They desire to pull me down, down, down, down, down, down to their level, but I stay high. I stay on the best and most elevated branches. I keep myself and my vibes flying as high as the tree tops. There are layers and layers of complex pathways to enlightenment up there. (“Enlightenment” as in intellectually and spiritually speaking. We all know I avoid actual light.)
I am seldom seen by these Day Dwellers because of my strict nocturnal habits and their strict commitment to convention.
I am important.
As a pollinator.
Officially.
That is plant sex and they always need a third. Nothing like smearing the pollen off my face on the next flower and the next, all night long. Well, mainly from 7 pm to Midnight. Then I take a little break.
Pollination
How much is enough for one night?
I have sharp teeth and these naysayers will feel it one day.
I digress.
Figs
My favorite.
Have you ever met someone who is frugivorous? It’s the same as a fruitarian, like Steve Jobs was for a while. I am one. Well mostly. I eat a lot of figs. I like spicy ants. So, I also practice insectivory. I prefer the term entomophage, I think it’s more elegant. Sometimes I eat eggs. Ok I am an ovo-entomophagic-fruitarian. On occasion I eat meat. Ok I am actually in all honesty omnivorous.
Entomophage
Ants are spicy and nutritious.
Around an hour before sunrise I get my second wind and am fired up and active again, but, I am telling you, there are unseen assassins everywhere. They can be from your same level and also from above. (You know who you are, you old harpy.) So I find a secret, secure hideaway before sunrise.
Be alert
to unseen forces.
Dawn is the magical hour for predation.
They get us when we are at our most exhausted and they, as Day Dwellers, are at their most refreshed from wasting the whole precious night sleeping. I get myself a good place. Concealed, I curl up my honey colored body in time to beat the rude and disrespectful sun before it comes up. I make myself safely hidden in a small dark place so nothing can find me. There I stay, shielded from the uncivil light until the sun runs away again. If you are a Creature of the Night, you should do the same.
