Recently I took up crocheting, the theory being that if I can’t survive a zombie apocalypse, at least I can have nice coasters.
Crocheting is like knitting, but with one hook instead of two needles. Correspondingly, it requires half a brain to do, which is twice as much as I have.
Crocheting bucks up morale by the same amount as eating oatmeal.
But after hours of looping, tying, and twisting, I am left with an admirable result: a yarn snarl that Alexander the Great would not hesitate to cut through with a sword.
I do not own a sword, which is another reason why I wouldn’t survive a zombie apocalypse.
I’d be the first one left behind after my neighborhood watch discovered I had no useful skills such as tracking, carpentry, or at least tax accounting.
Maybe someone with my cranial capacity doesn’t have much to fear from brain-hungry individuals.
Besides, the undead don’t rise every day. Do you really have to learn basic survival skills?
But I bet everyone who’s found themselves barricading the doors while their kindly neighbor Frank chomps at the deadbolt has wished they started preparing sooner.
I bet they wish that even if their neighbor isn’t Frank. He could be a Herbert, or even a Maybelle. The point remains.
How should we prepare? I’m glad you asked, neighborhood reader.
I shall tell you, so you’ll know I have useful talents and shouldn’t be left as bait for the coming hordes.
People like me always become bait in movies. I am sure I speak for all of us when I say, NO, PLEASE, AHHH!
To return to your question, dear reader (kind, wonderful reader who will defend me with a machete), preparedness can be learned from the Boy Scouts.
Ignore for the moment that I was never a Boy Scout, or even a Girl Scout. I can’t make cookies to save my life. But I can provide valuable entertainment in the form of juggling.
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