The article on the snakehead fish found in a lake in Burnaby, B.C. got me chuntering once again about people who choose invasive and non-native species as pets. I understand people collect things, I can understand the allure of owning something exotic (doesn’t mean I agree with it), but when someone releases a non-native species into the wild because they’ve tired of it, well, I get pissy with that. My judgment today is that we, as a species, are willful, headstrong and totally irresponsible. Somewhere along the line, we’ve learned that someone else will clean up our mess. And, for the most part, someone does. I’m not sure how I feel about that. A ponderable, or not.