Reptiles Hatch in Human Form

So says a fifth grader when I pose the question: "What did you learn from reptiles class." I start to hand her a black reptile bead without really processing her answer, but the information swarms my hippocampus just before the bead drops. Reptiles do not hatch in human form, but in adult reptilian form or so says my lesson plan. However, I did not write the lesson. Who did? I suppose it was Deb, the mastermind behind the incredibly organized, intricately thought-out, Outdoor School. Who am I to pull back the black reptile bead from the girl with such a philosophical answer? Maybe we do become reptiles with age. Our skin begins to wrinkle and flake, our bones deteriorate, sense of taste becomes bland, and our body temperature become more and more difficult to regulate without exterior reinforcement. Perhaps we are morphing and not dying as Gertrude and I so often glorify. Immediately after someone dies, they turn shades of green and yellow like fall colors, becoming chameleons with the Earth.

I've been thinking about it, again. Maybe we all are. Aunt Barb called me for some reason a couple of weeks ago. Perhaps she sensed my thoughts of abandonment return. I miss my Grandma like hell.