Planet Earth

Janie and I started watching Planet Earth last night. I’ve heard great things about this show from everyone I know so I knew I had to see it.

Janie was immediately ill at ease because of her phobia, and I’m not talking the one where she seizes up when I ask her to empty the dishwasher. I’m talking about the one where a spider appears and she screams “Don’t touch me!” even though I’m in the other room.

The premiere episode entitled “Pole to Pole” sounds like it’s a pornographic film, but is actually about how the sun dictates all life on our planet by triggering seasonal transitions, massive migrations and innocent slaughter of baby caribou by a pack of hungry wolves.

Watching the small caribou run for it’s life, the narrator tells of how the wolf will give up if it can run for a mile without stumbling even the smallest bit. The aerial footage lets us watch as it tears over rocky, rough terrain with a white wolf running closely behind it and just when you’re sure it’s going to be able to get away because maybe that wolf is tired and realizes it’s on TV and not making his species appear too sympathetic, the tiny baby caribou stumbles and that fucker kills it in an instant.

I had to have a little talk with myself as I wearily made it through the rest of the episode. This is life, this is nature. I desperately want to see more, but I don’t know if my heart can take it.