I saw the most American thing I’ve seen in a while the other day at work.
Or rather, outside of work.
I noticed that all of the earthworms had crawled out of the grass and died. Maybe not all of them — I didn’t dig through the soil to see if any remained — but certainly a huge number. Hundreds lay dead on the sidewalk, and not due to rain.
And then I remembered a few days earlier that the lawn crew had been treating the grass nearby, probably with some sort of insecticide or worse.
Now instead of having healthy dirt with earthworms and other desirable creatures, it was most likely a completely sterile wasteland that absent further constant chemical onslaughts would probably quickly deteriorate.
Congratulations, I thought — you’ve gone from a fairly self-sustaining system to one that is fragile and requires constant maintenance, especially since most if not all of the beneficial microbes are probably now dead too. Perhaps fruitful for the bottom line of the lawn service company, but even homeowners who benefit not at all from such ecological destruction still do the very same thing.
So very American — the utter destruction of something to “improve” it, which then necessitates making the environment even worse to “perfect” it in some carnival of artifice and perpetual maintenance to uphold the simulacrum that left alone would be much more pleasing and healthy.