I thought of this tiny creature on the flower and of the bacteria that won our planet back from the Martian invaders in Wells' novel. Not often do many of us take a moment to consider the smallest of God's creatures, other than in some bothersome context and, of course, ridding ourselves of the pests. Yet, do we ever consider the good they do and the role they play on the earth? Man, on the other hand, is hell bent on creating a paradise at the expense of breathable air and drinkable water. The pests actually keep the world in balance, whereas we seem to care less that they actually serve a purpose. We're the more intelligent species? I don't see these itty-bitty "pests" destroying their environment.
To read the rest of this short post, please follow this link to my blog, "The Path": The Smallest of Creatures