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17 Mar

The Tale of the Cat and the Crickets

Let me tell you a story I recently heard from a friend of mine. My buddy has a pet that is one of nature’s most ferocious and stubbornly independent obligate predators, a creature that quite honestly has no business living among the gentle citizenry of refined society. A creature that frequently enjoys the luxurious trappings of civilization while periodically giving in to base desire. I refer, of course, to the common house cat. The house cat, unlike its larger canine counterpart, maintains close ties to its recent wild past. Feline domestication happened a scant few thousand years ago, and it’s only in the past half century that cats have moved into the house.

Yeah, they’re house cats now, but through most of their domesticated history, they were barn cats, farm cats, and alley cats – lurking, stalking denizens of the night who only came inside for a saucer of milk or a quick chin scratch. Fifty years is not nearly enough time to extinguish the urge to hunt small beasts, both furry and feathered. Cats will stalk insect intruders, attack toes wriggling underneath blankets, hunt reflected light dancing along the wall, fling themselves at dangling strings, shred shoelaces, and murder defenseless houseplants. Unless they’re sleeping (which is most of the time) they are on “hunt mode.” It’s an essential part of the cat’s identity.

In the past year, my friend learned firsthand just how essential; his cat began exhibiting signs of urethral blockage. He would strain when trying to urinate, drops of blood began to appear, and, eventually, the cat was unable to go at all. He was totally blocked and surgery was nearly inevitable. The vet’s diagnosis was stress-induced inflammation of the urethral sphincter. Something had been stressing the cat out, and the resultant systemic inflammation led to a compromised urethral passageway which could no longer handle the flow of urine. Urinary crystals, which normally pass through without problem, began to accumulate, worsening the situation. He eventually had (expensive) surgery to correct the situation (he would have died otherwise), but that didn’t take care of the stress. My friend had to figure out what was stressing his cat out and how to fix it to prevent any future incidents.

Living indoors, the cat’s catness had been stifled. Chasing feather toys and getting loaded on catnip only worked for so long. Eventually, the urge to kill became too much to ignore. This conflict between essential cat nature and artificial environment caused tons of stress. Now, my friend briefly considered making him an outside cat, which would give him access to wildlife and adventure, but that comes with its own set of risks, especially in high-traffic West Los Angeles. He didn’t want a dead cat. What if he brought the prey to him?

A quick trip to the pet store and three dollars later, my friend had several dozen large live crickets in a box. Crickets are agile, crunchy, inexpensive, not nearly as messy as rodents, and packed with protein and minerals, making them attractive prey for a bored house cat. He figured setting a couple loose and letting his cat have a go at them would make up for the hunting deficit and possibly reduce stress.

And it seemed to work. The cat was a master cricket hunter and began hunting and eating several a day (sometimes up to a dozen in a row). He’d play with them, bat them around, snap off a leg or wing, and take his sweet time. More importantly, he stopped showing outward signs of stress. He purred more often and more easily, he slept through the night without going crazy meowing and getting into trouble, he just seemed a lot happier and more content. All in all, he was a changed cat. And he was peeing without issue, largely due to the surgery, of course, but also, according to my friend, due to the reduction in stress. Why does he think it wasn’t just the surgery? He recently moved across the state. As a result, he noticed a recurrence of stress-related symptoms in his cat, including odd litterbox behavior; upping the daily cricket quota eliminated the symptoms.

As he told me this story, I could only think of how analogous this is to our own situation as what Erwan le Corre calls “zoo humans.” Sure, it’s far more complex with people, as our prime directive isn’t just to hunt and kill, but we are animals with certain inherent inclinations toward certain acts, or ways of being, that often directly conflict with certain aspects of our civilized surroundings. And then there’s my friend and trusted colleague, Richard Nikoley, whose blog, called “Free the Animal,” is largely about exploring how our animal natures conflict not just with modern foods/lifestyles, but with political systems and society itself.

What does this cat and cricket story mean for us? Is it just further evidence that animals should be aware of where and how their health might suffer in modern “zoo” life? Does it simply reinforce the refrain to avoid evolutionarily novel foods, habits, and stressors, so long as they are shown to be harmful?

It’s more than that. We’ve got to acknowledge, as Richard says, that we are animals. Moreover, we are animals that seek to be free – free to pursue health, happiness, and free to revel in our animal natures. Animal nature isn’t a negative thing. It doesn’t deserve the negative connotations (savagery, rape, war, hate, fear) cooked up by thousands of years of repression. Animal nature is not “good” or “bad”; it simply is. Empathy and love and compassion are innate and animalistic, and I think everyone would say those are good things.

And so I ask you: what are your crickets? Do you have any Primal, animal instincts that are being stifled? If so, how do you work around them? Or has civilization completely conquered and subdued the human animal inside?

I don’t know about you, but I need my crickets. That’s why I eat all the meat I want, lift what I want, wear the shoes (or don’t) I want. Here are a few others:

  • I need frequent “forest bathing” to feel normal. Hikes, paddle boarding excursions, snowboarding, even just sitting on a beach regarding the waves and sun dipping down below the horizon – immersing myself in nature, even using modern “technology” like books or boards, is a requisite stress fighter. The key is getting away from walled enclosures and into unpredictable surroundings.
  • Lifting heavy things and sprinting keep me sane, whereas endurance training never scratched that same itch (even when I did it for a living). There’s something about giving maximum effort and knowing that this is all you have to give because it’s so brief and impossible to maintain for more than a few seconds that it satisfies you deep down. Running long distance is also a kind of maximum effort, but more mentally trying than physically: is it really a test of physicality if you’re able to do it for hours at a time? I like being limited by objective physical energy, and pushing that limit.
  • Sex. Yeah, it’s the most notorious and frowned upon of all “animal instincts,” but boy does it make you feel alive (and glad to be so). You can stick romantic love in there, too.
  • A bloody steak. I need at least two or three a week. I’m even guilty of not letting the steak rest for five minutes before digging in. I dunno – I sometimes like the juices to get everywhere. I also lick the plate.
  • Companionship, camaraderie, friendship. Having dinner with friends and family. Sharing a laugh. Confiding in someone. Arguing with someone whom you respect, ideally courteously but not necessarily so.
  • Going shirtless. I know, I know. It sounds silly, but there’s just something about shedding clothes that feels right. It’s nothing to do with how I look; it’s all about how I feel.

What are yours?

Hunting? Meditation? Playing sports?

I reject the negative connotations accumulated from millennia of repressive thought that surround the idea of our animal natures. In fact, I think we owe it to ourselves and our health to revel in them. Don’t hurt anyone, but don’t hurt yourself by stifling yourself. My crickets don’t put me at odds with the law, nor do they put anyone else in harm’s way. They might get some weird looks from other people, but that’s fine. This is not necessarily about formally opposing formal political authority. This isn’t picketing or protests. This is merely about recognizing the (passive and nonpassive) ways in which civilization conflicts with human nature, and opposing the instances that become pathological, or harmful to our health. It is going barefoot at the office, or constructing a standup workstation, or eating a pound of steak in the lunchroom slathered in butter?

Tell me, what are your crickets?

You want comments? We got comments:

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  1. My horses are my crickets. I’ve been without one for the last three years and have noticed how much I miss it, mentally and physically. Riding strengthens the core naturally, and caring for horses provides opportunities for sprinting and weight carrying. I’m getting a horse again soon and can’t wait for the healthful benefits.

    singer201 wrote on March 17th, 2011
  2. I’ve got 4 kitties myself and every day enjoy playing with them. I play “handball” with them by throwing a small squishy ball—which happens to look like a basketball for some reason–against my wall and all 4 kitties chase it. I also run around the house and have them chase me and I chase them back. So, I guess that’s one of my crickets—playing with my furry friends.

    I also thoroughly enjoy reading as well as watching at least one episode of Kids in the Hall a day. I don’t laugh at most TV/Movies, but for some reason I literally laugh out loud at this show.

    Blue Buddha wrote on March 17th, 2011
  3. I have a touch of bloodlust. I currently have no idea how to satisfy it without jail time.
    If you have any ideas then please post them.

    Alex Good wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • Have you watched Dexter?

      Erik Cisler wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • You could kill crickets.

      shannon wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • This happens to me from time to time. If, you live somewhere where you can take an intense run and then come home and eat some warm raw or slightly cooked meat this often helps.

      If, you have a mate lots of sex will do the trick too.

      Good luck with your blood lust.
      If all else fails go out and buy some blood from a reputable butcher mix with a little salt and pepper put in blender and drink.

      A true Bloody Mary.

      primal tree top wrote on March 18th, 2011
    • A martial art school that promotes nearly full-contact sparring worked for me. Still no actual blood (well not often) but it is a good competitive rush of adrenalin and human conflict.

      Jenny wrote on March 19th, 2011
  4. Wrestling. I love to wrestle my husband to expend excess energy from frustration, anger, stress, and a general feeling of being cooped up. :) Dancing is great because it also expends energy and makes me smile. Wearing tanks is awesome because it makes me feel freer (same goes for flip flops and quadrupled int he winter). And then there’s endulging in good steak. Yum!

    Dawn wrote on March 17th, 2011
  5. Nice, Mark. You are more than just a health and fitness author, you are a psychologist. I remember a passage in Mihaly C’s book The Evolving Self when he talks about his retriever dog in the same way as the cat. His dog has genes selected for retrieving and when the dog gets to chase tennis balls it is “unfolding its being” and living how it needs to.

    And, indeed we’re no different.

    Also agreed on having to be wrong a forest to feel normal.

    Sports are good too. Competition and striving for perfection together with an opponent.

    Some of the best experiences I have had have been playing music to an audience – that surely mimics the campfire rituals of our evolutionary past.

    Stabby wrote on March 17th, 2011
  6. Thanks for the shout Mark, as always.

    I particularly like the last paragraph, specifically:

    ” Don’t hurt anyone, but don’t hurt yourself by stifling yourself. My crickets don’t put me at odds with the law, nor do they put anyone else in harm’s way. They might get some weird looks from other people, but that’s fine. This is not necessarily about formally opposing formal political authority. This isn’t picketing or protests. This is merely about recognizing the (passive and nonpassive) ways in which civilization conflicts with human nature, and opposing the instances that become pathological, or harmful to our health.”

    I have been saying for the the last 10 years of my 20 as an “anarchist” (a loaded term, often falsely associated with nihilism, but I have nothing better):

    ‘Anarchy is first and foremost a state of mind.’

    Fundamentally, it is about rejecting the notion that there is any natural authority over your own mind and body but primal nature itself.

    Richard Nikoley wrote on March 17th, 2011
  7. Rugby.

    Ben wrote on March 17th, 2011
  8. Running without a shirt (I’m a girl).

    Hoeing potatoes and watering the gardeb.

    AlyieCat wrote on March 17th, 2011
  9. Cold showers after exercise followed by no shirt on for at least an hour, no matter what the weather. Feels so good to be alive

    Johnny Palmer wrote on March 17th, 2011
  10. Depression can be said to be deviating from our natural desires and needs. Life out of balance. When, like the indoor cat, we fail to feel alive and we are outside of our natural state, inevitably we start to feel bad about ourselves.

    That’s why survival stressors are such an incredible natural anti-depressant.

    Craig wrote on March 17th, 2011
  11. Playing the guitar is mine. Playing an instrument of any kind has enormous amount of benefits. Thanks for the great article, Mark!

    Anthony Giametta wrote on March 17th, 2011
  12. My crickets are SLEEP, “me time”, running, natural majestic views, injecting playfulness into everything, being an authentic me in spite of it all, lazing in the sun, enjoying good food … that’s just a few. Sleep is number 1. I must find a job that allows me to do this.

    wildshan wrote on March 17th, 2011
  13. Well, I’m one of those unfortunate cads whose decisions have trapped them in the miserable cycle of modern life. Work to pay for car repairs, car ultimately dies after sucking up all my capital, get new car loan to pay for new car, get new job to pay for new car, spend money on gas getting to new job to pay for new car, bank account remains at zero, stuck in city I don’t like, with a job I hate, to pay for a car I don’t want. I hate my circumstances and am trying everything I can think of to change it, but every action leads me further in to Purgatory. My only satisfaction is eating meat and walking around with my shirt off. I had corned beef for breakfast and beef jerky for lunch, so it’s been a good day so far. I’ll be yanking this shirt off as soon as I hit the driveway. I’m one of those hirsute gents that ladies may not enjoy seeing shirtless, but my god it feels good to do yardwork with no shirt on. I love the sunshine on my back. I love the feel of sweat produced by the fuzzy warmth of the Sun. I live in Nebraska, so I even march about shirtless in the winter when I can. Cold feels just as good as heat on the bod. My cricket? A hike in the woods or a walk along the river. Best cricket ever? Skinny-dipping in a mountain stream in West Virginia while cooking beef, pork and chicken over a campfire. Beer and other natural delights augmented the reverie. I hope everyone has a safe, tasty and happy St. Pat’s.

    Donald wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • I wonder why it suddenly became unacceptable for men to have hairy chests. It used to be ok, even good. All of a sudden young women don’t like it. Old women don’t care.

      shannon wrote on March 17th, 2011
      • I don’t really care too much about what people think. If a young lady gives me grief about my man-pelt, I just inform her that her husband will eventually look like me, I just got there sooner. It’s not really the hairy chest that bothers them, it’s the fact that the hair has migrated around my shoulders and forested my back too. Not very popular at the water slides.

        Donald wrote on March 17th, 2011
        • I am with the two of you…what’s the deal with all the women and their adversity to hair on their men? I don’t get it, if you want a man with no hair, then you’re asking for a BOY! Hell no! My husband is a hairy, smelly, meat-eating grok, and I like it that way!

          Sara wrote on March 18th, 2011
        • While I mean no offense to the fellas who don’t naturally grow a lot of fuzz (like my husband), I totally agree. It’s weird how the style has suddenly turned to making all guys defuzzed — but only on their torsos. Arms and legs are next, I guess?

          Jenny wrote on March 19th, 2011
        • It’s because this pathological society is pushing “youth” to the nth degree– women are supposed to look like prepubescent girls, and men are supposed (more and more) to look like pre-teen striplings! If everyone is a kept a child,then no one will be an adult and fight the tyranny of govt!

          (I never understood the fascination with Brad Pitt; he was a very pretty boy – but he was a BOY! Give me a silver-back male any day!)

          Elenor wrote on March 18th, 2012
  14. EXCELLENT post – definitely ranks up there as one of my favorites. I like when you get all philosophical, Mark.

    It’s also caused me to reconsider my stance on cats, who I usually think of as just annoying. Who knew they were really just insatiable killing machines?

    Jim Arkus wrote on March 17th, 2011
  15. You are so right. My cricket is hunting. And I don’t mean killing. I mean hunting. Letting the predator in me take over for a little while. Not only does it get me in the peaceful woods for a while it also enables me to put the healthiest meat in the world on the table, venison, wild turkey, wild hogs, ducks, geese. All natural and free from hormones and the like.

    mike wrote on March 17th, 2011
  16. my crickets are a few hours of daily martial arts practice. Lots and lots of sparring. And then there is the mental sparring i do with practically everyone i know. all animals fight. for fun, fitness, and just to be savage. the instinct to kill is just as strong as to reproduce. we just spend too much time hiding behind our “civilized” walls. and we dont build them to keep others out as psychotherapists love to tell us. we build them to keep ourselves in. our true selves.
    —long live MDA!!!

    daniel wrote on March 17th, 2011
  17. I really enjoyed this post Mark but 30secs on google turns up loads of archeological evidence of cats being fully domesticated and buried with their owners for 7500 – 9500 years

    Alex wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • Heheh, in the usual scale of time Mark’s talking about here, that is a very short time. (see also: agriculture)

      Jenny wrote on March 19th, 2011
  18. Feeding his obligate carnivore pet a raw meat (with bones and organs) diet would probably also help reduce stress and inflammation.

    reverser wrote on March 17th, 2011
  19. I am fortunate enough to get an hour lunch break from my desk job. I am even more fortunate to have access to a few trails and unused frontage roads near my office. I use my lunch to go play on these, squishing my bare feet in the mud, picking up and throwing logs, and scrambling up and down canyon hills on all fours. I usually come back from lunch a little sweaty and muddy…if I didn’t get that time in during the day I might go insane behind this desk. Also, since I stopped wearing shoes I’ve started climbing on everything I can.

    Emerald wrote on March 17th, 2011
  20. Mark,

    In addition to their instinct of hunting, another innate instinct that they possess is to sit in the sunlight. In the context of evolutionary biology, they must have developed the instinct of “life thrives in sunlight”. This points to why the benefits of vitamin D can be enjoyed by all species: cats are actually smarter than most humans on this topic!

    Thanks again my friend!

    Anthony Giametta wrote on March 17th, 2011
  21. sprint barefoot, climb trees, throw stones, jump over objects…all barefoot 3 times a week…rock climbing in gym twice a week…outdoor climbing twice a week at the weekend including barefoot run, jump over rocks and swimming in the lake during summer time. Going for climbing-camping trips at the weekends…play hacky sack barefoot every lunch hour…no grains..some beer / wine only once or twice a month during climbng trips…fast 23 hrs 3 times a week…nice steak 3 times a week…raw fresh vegetable everyday..even for w/ for errands and gather food…do some sort physical activity book…no tv..some internet.and never bored of any of those…easy life no fancy tvs amount of to family everyday..socialize with friends..i love primal life..

    salim wrote on March 17th, 2011
  22. Many comments list gardening which I too enjoy to my core. One more thing though – hitting??? Sounds so violent, so thank goodness for boxing/kickboxing. Before that, my only outlet was pounding on my younger sibling – which wasn’t very nice. 😉

    I can honestly say it is instinctual for me AND NO I was NOT beaten as a child. There must be some ancestral, genetic explanation.

    Thank you for the great article.

    yunk wrote on March 17th, 2011
  23. Going barefoot (I even got married barefoot, because I like not wearing shoes).
    Being outdoors in the fresh air, in general.
    Exercise that makes me sweat a bit – lift heavy things, sprint, etc.

    Dawn wrote on March 17th, 2011
  24. Hunting big game with my longbow, small game and birds with a shotgun, fishing and several days a year that end around a campfire. All told, about 100 days a year.

    P.S. House cats are extremely harmful when allowed outside. They are an invasive specie largely responsible for the decline for songbirds and the rodent prey base of our native predators.

    Jeff Morrison wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • Collar and a bell – problem solved.

      John C wrote on March 17th, 2011
    • So you think cats are more to blame for the decline of songbirds than the introduction of starlings?

      Every time I see a flock of thousands of starlings, I think, “That could’ve been thousands of some _other_ native bird…”

      I’m sure cats do plenty of damage, however.

      Jenny wrote on March 19th, 2011
  25. I forgot: I hunt too. With a Havahart trap. Right now I’m trying to catch a squirrel who lives in my attic.

    shannon wrote on March 17th, 2011
  26. This reminds me of my friend who teaches children about nature. Today’s post is particularly apropos but it’s almost always spot on. Nature is so much more than food.

    Clay Enos wrote on March 17th, 2011
  27. My cricket is my guitar and celtic music sessions. Essential to my well-being, even in retirement. Maybe moreso in retirement!

    Carol wrote on March 17th, 2011
  28. My crickets are cooking for myself and friends and family–Primal, of course… and walking my dog along the golf course on beautiful, cool, spring Arizona mornings when the sun is just rising and the birds are chirping away. Nothing beats it. Nothing!

    Bree wrote on March 17th, 2011
  29. This was a fantastic article and something I’ve been thinking about recently too, though some people seem to be naturally more tame while others are active and have endless energy. I think of myself as being more of a “yang” person rather than a “yin” person, which makes sense because paleo foods are very “yang” foods according to Chinese medicine. I also think my blood type (O+) and my astrological sign (Gemini with Leo rising) play into this A LOT … really, it’s just fascinating to see the way all of these things intersect to tell me, “Yes, you love to lift weights,” and “Yes, you like a good debate,” and “Yes, you love steak, like, three or four times a week.”

    So your article just validated all that for me … thank you :).


    Juliana wrote on March 17th, 2011
  30. I lick my plates too!! I just can’t let let those delicious juices and fat go to waste. I’ve even gotten away with it a few times in public, albeit surreptitiously. :)

    Joyce wrote on March 17th, 2011
  31. Mmm hmmm….I resonate with this one. I was standing at my workstation today in my VFFs while my coworkers talked about how they were too lazy to do similar, but they recognized the importance of standing more than sitting. And this evening, I made beef bourgignon (cue Julia C. and wine), and reflecting on my day, I feel pretty darn satisfied. Walked to work, too.

    My crickets are consistently checking in with myself to see what it is I truly desire, instead of doing what is “normal”. Sometimes it’s nothing more than walking to work. Other times, it’s laying topless on the deck and napping in the sun with my dogs (don’t judge!).

    I think as a woman specifically, I am encouraged to stifle my natural urges, and so I work hard to check in with myself regularly. Meditation helps to keep me present, as does time outside or just a regular exercise schedule, so long as the exercise is fun and not just for fitness.

    Mark, thank you for being so frank about the importance of this part of life, and your participation in it. Helps me feel a little less of a weirdo in a community that does not embrace this way of living.

    Julie wrote on March 17th, 2011
  32. making fires in a pit in my suburban backyard…grilling meat…mtn biking in a sport top…climbing cliffs…beer on the tailgate with friends…being in the woods by myself…sleeping under the stars…hunting…standing in a creek fishing…long road trips…harvesting berries and wild mushrooms…painting dye on fabric…the smell of dawn in summer

    DThalman wrote on March 17th, 2011
  33. Ooh, and reading over the posts, how nice it is to see some ladies mention wrestling and dancing. Oh yes, me too! It usually occurs after some tequila (the wrestling at least) but I appreciate it nonetheless. I’m currently quite sore from arm wrestling a bunch of boys, which was very satisfying, even if I only won one bout.

    Julie wrote on March 17th, 2011
  34. I work with cats and am headed to vet school this fall for feline medicine. My passion is the connection between feline behavior and medicine. So I am pleased you wrote this–in this country the predominant ‘pc’ spiel on cats is indoors only/declawed/on kibble–all together a recipe for disaster for a beloved pet. You can see my avatar/handle are related to my interests. :-) As for the connection to humans, I honestly don’t know what my crickets are… but I think flirting and conquering might be one of them. :-) Dancing is another. I do adore nature but don’t get out in it nearly enough!

    ObligateCarnivore wrote on March 17th, 2011
  35. Cricket: Non-monogamy. Yet to chase this cricket. Book: Sex at Dawn. Human nature may not have been monogamous after all…… From a prehistorical perspective, I think that too is something we should not judge against for those in whom it is a strong calling. Monogamy is beautiful but I don’t think it is the only way. Biological evidence and our likeness to the bonobo (along with hoards of other evidence presented in that book) points to the fact that our species spent most of its existence in a non-monogamous state, with mature humans having intimate relationships with several tribe members at one time. It benefited the individual and the tribe.

    Lone Wolf wrote on March 17th, 2011
  36. Men who have hunted in the backcountry, on foot, stalking game and using primitive hunting weapons of short range, can attest that the most elemental and meaningful connections are stirred deep within them. The same occurs when hunting men sit around dying embers of a backcountry campfire at night and trade hunting lore and hopes, favorite hunting implements passed around for admiration and comment. This is a world apart, and farther all the time, from how most modern men live and play.

    Paleo Man wrote on March 17th, 2011
  37. My crickets are any form of physical activity, especially sex. If it weren’t for my eagerness to be loyal to my boyfriend and for my fear of contracting STIs, I would probably be polygamous.
    And, of course, there’s sleep! I do not get enough sleep and celebrate whenever I do. Being an engineering major is not good for your health :(

    Rachel wrote on March 18th, 2011
  38. Definitely! My crickets are the sports I participate in; cycling, ball hockey, archery and strength training.

    For years co workers and family questioned why a 40 something man would push himself so hard when the couch and TV were such easier options. My response was always the same…” It makes me feel better, it mitigates stress, it makes me happy and it’s fun.”

    Deny me my athletics and I become the metaphorical “caged lion” pacing restlessly back and forth.

    george wrote on March 18th, 2011
  39. As a child I definitely had a cricket, I remember going on holiday to a nature reserve and all I wanted to do was jump from one rock to the next, like it was the most natural thing in the world and I remember how good it felt.

    And I seriously believe that every cricket hunt should be followed by a nap on the grass under some shady trees – better than a whole night’s worth of sleep.

    SquirrelJo wrote on March 18th, 2011
  40. Recently we brought a cat into the fold with our dog and 4 kids under 10 yrs old…the article made us chuckle. Your article makes great points about our deepest needs. Thanks for what you do…I’m learning a lot!

    Joe wrote on March 18th, 2011

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