“Look there, that’s the fourth tribe —”
“Herd.”
“…whatever. Fourth herd of cows we’ve driven past in the last half-hour. Between that and what I saw regarding the cats you live with and you cleaning waste from their box of sand earlier, I’m just saying, I’m not really that convinced you humans are the dominant species on this planet.”
“Well, we are kinda high up on the food chain,” said Sandra. “I’ve tried to explain this to you before. We’re omnivores. Some animals are the kind we keep for food. Like all these cows. Some, we keep for company. Like my cat.”
“You do not eat all things that you can,” insisted D'tez. “Your diet is very restricted in comparison to your available food.”
“Well, just because you can doesn’t mean you should,” Sandra checked the map as she drove. Still on course. “We have cultural and ethical reasons for not eating everything that isn’t nailed down.”
“But a simple expansion of what is edible would eliminate your food issues.”
“We’ve been through this, D'tez. Humans view insects as dirty. We don’t like to eat dirty food.”
“But they are abundant, plentiful and tasty! They take up much less space and are far easier to raise.”
Sandra sighed. “It wouldn’t be the first time humanity didn’t do something just because it made sense.” She sighed. She was starting to agree with the Galactics. Humans were insane.
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