A House Is Not A Home Until

Among The Myrtles The Mantids Moved, Lightly, Carefully, Swaying Slightly, The Quintessence Of Evil. They Were Lank And Green, With Chinless Faces And Monstrous Globular Eyes, Frosty Gold, With An Expression Of Intense, Predatory Madness In Them. The Crooked Arms, With Their Fringes Of Sharp Teeth, Would Be Raised In Mock Supplication To The Insect World, So Humble, So Fervent, Trembling Slightly When A Butterfly Flew Too Close.

Zoos Should Concentrate More On The Preservation Side Of Things.

You Cannot Begin To Preserve Any Species Of Animal Unless You Preserve The Habitat In Which It Dwells. Disturb Or Destroy That Habitat And You Will Exterminate The Species As Surely As If You Had Shot It. So Conservation Means That We Have To Preserve Forest And Grassland, River And Lake, Even The Sea Itself. This Is Vital Not Only For The Preservation Of Animal Life Generally, But For The Future Existence Of Man Himself - A Point That Seems To Escape Many People.

Erosion, Desertification, And Pollution Have Become Our Lot. It Is A Weird Form Of Suicide, For We Are Bleeding Our Planet To Death.

Aspirin Is So Good For Roses, Brandy For Sweet Peas, And A Squeeze Of Lemon-juice For The Fleshy Flowers, Like Begonias.