Yesterday morning at work, we pulled a half ton of wood pellets inside. People sometimes just want a bag or two, so we keep some of them up front, along side the woodstoves, but we have tons of pellets stored outside, wrapped in plastic. Anyhow, I cut away the plastic from the pallet of pellets (say that ten times fast why doncha?) and we began tossing bags of pellets. Much to my dismay, between the bags was a preying mantis that had been damaged. That made me feel badly. We set him off to the side. We finished the job, and were surprised to find a toad had hidden away between those bags as well, and was hopping around the aisle.
I laughed, and I picked him up and carried him outside. I felt so bad about the mantis that I carried the toad to the end of the parking lot and set him down by the tall grass. I just would have felt terrible to set him down in front of the store and find him smooshed flat on the pavement later. (Natch, he showed his gratitude by peeing on my hand twice.)
I came back into the store, and continued to clean up the debris from our pallet of pellets. I was gratified to see that preying mantis sitting up as a preying mantis does, looking restored. He was carried out the back door and put in the tall grass there.
Life is made memorable by the small moments, the tiny details. At least it seems that way to me.