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Author: Ken Mueller
It’s time to take a stand.
For years, the species Libris Flavum (Yellow Book) and its kin, Liber Populus Numerus (Phone Book), were a regular and welcome part of our lives. We got excited whenever a new one would arrive on our doorstep, wrapped in its plasticine cocoon, quickly swooping it up in our arms in order to shower it with love.
“It’s here, it’s here!” we would exclaim with joy, as we were giddy with excitement for this new addition to our home.
But times have changed. What was once an important part of our lives has fallen into disfavor. For years we would still welcome these lovely creatures into our homes, then put them in a drawer, or the basement, only to have them suffer from neglect. We took them in out of habit, and yet we forgot about the love.
More recently, however the situation has gotten worse. As we stopped showering them with love, we began to ignore them. They would be delivered to our front steps in the same way a stork delivers a bouncing baby boy or girl, but we stopped taking them in. We no longer had use for them. And they would sit.
Recently as I was walking my dog through the neighborhood, I realized what was going on. There, delivered to many doorsteps, and littering the sidewalks, were numerous cocoons of these pathetic little creatures. Unwanted and discarded, some had even crawled out of their cocoons to escape, but after years of domestication, they could no longer handle living in the wild. Some were ripped apart by the elements, while others were ripped apart by beasts of the air and land. But they all had one thing in common: they died of neglect.
Even the ones that got taken in by their owners ended up in green recycling bins the next week. It was if we were screaming, “Stop delivering these! We don’t want them!”
While the demand has been reduced drastically, the supply chain hasn’t been slowed. Here in Lancaster county we hear a lot about puppy mills, but apparently we are also plagued by Yellow Book Mills. They keep churning them out in unnatural ways, sucking resources from local businesses, under the premise that people still love these creatures.
But they don’t.
So I took these pictures along my walk, around my neighborhood, as a reminder of the waste, in hopes that those unwittingly funding these mills will indeed, stop the madness. Stop throwing your money away. Stop encouraging the nefarious manufacturers of false dreams. If we stop funding them, they will be forced to shut down their mills, and our neighborhoods will no longer be littered with the detritus and corpses of feral Librus Flavum.