This is a phrase that has been bandied about the house since the events of last Sunday.
If anything has been made clear, it is the absolute power that the evolutionary advantage of an opposable thumb. We have long joked that the instant the furry slugs figure out their way around this and can feed themselves, we will have to surrender the house and contents and move far away.
It turns out that feeding the cats is a “two handed job”. As is pulling up your pants and tying the plastic bag around your arm for showering. Shaving with an electric razor is one handed, shaving with a blade razor is a two handed job.
It’s been ok – I have worked from home this week so that I am around with my extra and available opposable thumb. Mr. Spit is more than capable and has done his level best to do what he can. It turns out that determination can overcome a lot of the difficulty around not having a fully functioning hand.
Which makes me a bit nervous.
I hope that the cats aren’t watching carefully. They don’t need any tips on coping without a thumb. We’d like to continue to live here, thank you very much.