There is another hurricane on its
way. We have about four days to prepare. Any outside items should be brought
indoors. Flashlights and extra batteries
should be gathered, and fresh drinking water should be stocked up. A portable radio will come in handy as well
as a first-aid kit.
This is all well and good if you’re
a person. If, however, you happen to be
an ant, good luck. Nobody tells you
anything. Suddenly the entrance to your
home gets swept away by the wind, followed by flood waters filling up your
kitchen, bedrooms and den. Connecting
hallways become unpassable, and all communication is lost.
After the storm, if you’re lucky,
you can catch a ride on any floating debris that may be passing. Where you’ll end up is anyone guess. There are no agencies rushing in to
help. You are on your own. Homeless, lost and hungry you drift along,
hoping to spot some familiar landmark, maybe some kids Frisbee to climb
on. Finally, there is time to catch your
breath. As it slowly turns with the
river of flood water, you lay back and relax a little, hoping for the sun to
come out, perhaps thinking about some Greek freighter coming along side to
rescue you, like they did with Tom Hanks.
Hey, it could happen.
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