I had not considered the enigma of invisibility until this week, while we patrolled the garden looking for rain-damage to our drought. I came upon this creature --Norma took a photo:
It: Yes, thank you...I mean, uh, why are you asking?
I: I thought it only polite.
It: I mean, why are you talking to me?
I: Because you're a living creature.
It: Nonsense! I am some punctuation. One of those Roman things.
I: Roman thing?
It: Yes, Et , in Latin cursive, O and t were contracted to write And as &.
I: You're an ampersand?
It: Well, obviously. Trouble with you humans is no imagination. Think about it!
It: It's because you jumpy humans spend so much time thinking up unpleasant things to do. Other animals accept our camouflage because their calmer imaginations are capable of it --and they'd rather not attack mighty forest beasts like us squirrels. When threatened, we keep perfectly still and the illusion is complete.
I: How do you remain still?
It: We meditate. We ponder the meaning of life. Think about where you have seen me.
I: Well, when you were growing up last summer, I saw you a lot atop our almond tree.
I: You mean...you mean...
It: Yes, life is nuts!
I: You'll get no argument from me.