This morning I walked into the bathroom at work, and heard the unmistakable sound of a cricket. And it was loud.
At first I had the confused thought that it was coming from the ceiling. Then I thought to look on the ground, and sure enough, there was a cricket hiding behind the toilet. I managed to scoop him up, and despite having him escape once as I opened the door to leave the ladies room, I was able to recapture him and keep him in my cupped-together hands.
Approaching the back door, still in my riding gear (which is really just a t-shirt and yoga pants, I don’t go superman-style for my bike commutes), I poked my head into the cube of a coworker who is always in as early as I am.
“Could you open the door for me? ” I asked him.
Always agreeable, he got up with a smile to open the door.
He held it for me (I didn’t have my badge with me either, of course) as I jogged to the grassy woodsy area off the back parking lot.
He never questioned what I was doing, or why I was saving a cricket. No comments at all, neither positive nor negative. Which, frankly, is a relief. I get enough unsolicited (and ignorant) advice during my bike commutes, I enjoy the simple acceptance of what might appear to be yet more crazy behavior from the representative vegan/bike commuter.
I couldn’t help but to think of what my response would have been, had he asked.
“Why the effort to save a cricket?” he might have asked.
“I choose life.” I might have responded.
And while that is a really simplistic explanation for why I’m vegan, why I’m bike commuting, why I’m determined to make the best environmental choices I can, it is a pretty encompassing one.
It is question that I think, if put baldly, most would have a hard time justifying any other response.
Can you imagine asking someone why they choose death, as they eat the remnants of an animal?
I’m sure it would go over like a lead balloon, even though that is the choice they are making.
So. I choose life. I’ll add that to my stock of possible responses to questions that might never get asked.
And in the meantime, it was the best possible start to a lackluster work day. An hour plus on the bike followed by the rescue of a loud cricket.