Symbiosis

One day rolls into the next.  This is the beginning of term and I come home tired, wired, with a list of evening tasks, the majority of which have to do with feeding myself or the bacteria.  As I was walking back from the grocery store with a gallon of milk and a couple pounds of sugar, it dawned on me that I was solely carrying fuel for the bacteria.  They will eat all this, I marveled.  And then I will eat the product of their eating.  And then they will populate my body and help digest what I eat.  It is a peculiar symbiotic relationship that I hadn't thought about in quite that way before.  I help make them and they help make me.