I seldom have cause to measure my sleeve print but some sense of impending encounter caused me to do it yesterday.
"Well, hello! Who are you?
"I am a mighty tree frog and I have just attacked the sleeve of your flannel shirt."
"With what intent?"
"I intend to eat you up!"
"So how do you intend to go about that?"
"Admittedly, it will take a while."
"I am still an inexperienced tree frog. Only in the past month or so have I hatched under a Sycamore leaf, fallen into water and lived as a little fish."
"You are not a fish."
"I had gills."
"You also had instinctual instructions. "
"Yes, I am to launch myself toward protein, go Plop, then eat what I have overpowered and caught."
"I'm impressed by your determination, but although honored to be overpowered by you I must yield to an ant-trail I just passed at the garden edge. I'll be glad to walk you over there..."
"Don't trouble, I'll just launch myself. Bye!"
Five feet away, I heard a very faint Plop. We are all stewards of our planet.