When I was working, for much of my career I was in the oldest building on the campus. The building had unofficial residents: bats. Now it happened that it had two large stairwells: the smelly one, and the unsmelly one. I counseled students on the first day of class to use the one that didn't smell and not the other. The reason: batshit. Yes, and these were members of a protected species. Not homo sapiens. Let me stipulate that I was not gentle when I occasionally had to remove one from a classroom. I channeled Little Bunny Foo Foo, bopped him on the head, and swept him into a trash can, Not messing with rabies or histoplasmosis! Tough love for bats. Well, we recently heard late night scratching in my house's attic. I thought, oh my god! It's bats. So we called Varmint Busters. The verdict: The scratching sounds were just from mice. Hooray! Mice are small; they don't leave a mountain of guano, and they are unprotected! And they're easily eraticated. I think that we should re-think our notions about certain species being protected. After all, bats are not whooping cranes!
There's been a lot of complaining that 2016 was the worst year ever; especially with the number of celebrities who died in 2016 and the election of Donald Trump to the Presidency. Yes, I'll agree that I wish those things didn't happen. But, hell! Life will go on anyway; and we need to pick up and deal with it. Here's a reminder by Louis Armstrong about the present. I hope this will serve as a cheer up. This is one of the most optimistic songs ever recorded.