Why is it more fun to build than tear down, put up than put them away, prepare than clean up afterward? We have a hard time getting around to taking down the Christmas tree and decorations, re-boxing ornaments, and toting them back to the basement. It’s tempting to throw a sheet over the whole shebang and leave the tree in the corner of the living room all year. Except that’s where our favorite chair goes and we’d miss having it in its rightful place.
In the animal world there are armies of critters that clean up after the messes we leave. Think dung beetle, but not too long. Reprehensible roaches. Worms. Fungi. If THEY can find pleasure in their work (though I’ve never heard one whistling about it), then why can’t we discover the joy of taking down a simple tree and putting it away? It’s yet another matter that I find puzzling.