We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I, for one, welcome our new pill bug overlords. Great fun for ages 1-5. Harmless if swallowed and no sour aftertaste.
And then there's the philosophical angle. Could it not be argued that curling up into a protective ball and letting the storm of war pass over you is the safest route of all to take? Is not the continuation of the species the prime directive?
And then there are the religious overtones. I see 'turn the other cheek' when it curls into a ball. Yet how does that jibe with the fact that it's turning itself into a perfect symbol of war, the cannonball? Might they be the 'cannonballs of insect love'?
The next time you do a post on bugs, BD, do a little more research, okay? This one seems to have left a lot of unanswered questions.
As a former greenhouse orchid grower for 20 years, I thoroughly dislike pill bugs. See, they eat the white spongy covering on orchid roots which stores water for the plant, and thus starve it of both water and fertilizer. I don't care if they've "perfected the fetal position." I'll kill them any time I see them. And if you've ever bloomed a prize-winning cattleya, [which blooms only once a year] and gotten inferior quality in the blooms, you'd be mad too.