His impulse is the same reflex what keeps a coyote from eating a diseased rabbit. It’s clear from our slinky, sex-kitten manner that Otto and I are the repository for broken chromosomes and bioaccumulating industrial solvents. We’re the legacy of fireproofed pajamas and nonstick cookware. We’re the product of off-gassing carpets and aluminum salts used by ancestors long before our conception. We’re everything infectious, looking to jump ship to a new host. We’re wee baby guppies swarming now to eat our parent guppy. And now we’re a family, aren’t we?
