Yesterday BBC announced some sad news. The last Pinta giant tortoise has died. With no offspring and no known individuals from his subspecies left, Lonesome George became known as the rarest creature in the world.
Another one has gone. Lost. Forever. Because of the actions of this terrible vermin - human. I'm not crazy green or something but these news always leave me really sad about human race. About how bluntly irresponsible we still are, taking one space out of gene pool after another even without an excuse.
For the last 50 years of his life without anybody of his own race around he was feeling probably quite lonely.
More about his story here.
We stomp around this Planet like reckless monsters, killing everything and everybody on our way. And gradually such way of living has started to haunt us back. It only seems that we are getting stronger. The sad reality is rather opposite... sometimes I wish the declined health would reduce the human population faster, before we'll manage to completely kill this Planet.
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