And when the wombat comes, he will find me gone, sang Stewart Copeland in On Any Other Day.
As it turns out, a part of the lyric that starts that same song is appropriate here. "Complete bullshit" is an apt description of any disparagement of the wombat.
Wombat burrows are extremely large, which has been a literal lifesaver to a wide range of fauna desperately seeking to escape the widespread fires that have ravaged Australia over the past few weeks. Wallabies, echinadas, various species of lizards, even butterflies have found refuge in wombat-built 20-30m long tunnels. And the wombats themselves have been gracious hosts.
Fuck yeah, wombats.
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Monday, January 20, 2020
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