We were watching hummingbirds (more appropriately known as nature's embodiment of the sugar rush) when we were descended upon by a summer storm (more appropriately known as the temporary misplacement of an entire damned river). Lightning struck the ground about a hundred yards off to one side; not having signed up to learn the effects of electrical currents on biological systems, we bolted for the cars.
I got a foot in one door, slipped, pulled the rest of myself in, slammed the door shut. Seconds later the car was still shaking from a thunderclap.
From the front seat, someone said, This is some Jurassic Park shit going on right here.
Another student ran past our window towards the next van. I decided to run an experiment in our car. Don't move! I shouted. It can't see you if you don't move!
Result: hearty, sincere laughter.
I held up my iPod. I have the soundtrack to Jurassic Park on—
My hand was suddenly empty. Oh my God, Rex, we're putting that on right now.
My new nickname is Rex, apparently. I guess it's about time.
We listened for a while as the river falling from the sky decided that this would be a good place to mill about. We watched as a chicken crossed the road for reasons only it could know.
It can't see you if you don't move, someone chuckled. What kind of a stupid predator does that? How would it ever be able to see prey?
I shook my head. Forget prey. How was the T. rex in the movies able to see the cars?
The chicken clucked outside as I considered the difference between biologists and philosophers.
That last line better be a cliffhanger.
ReplyDelete