The world is also a stage for non-humans. Nature is—charmingly, dangerously—always showing and hiding itself. Evasive mimicry is an evolutionary strategy, a life and death struggle to disappear, to remain unpredicted. Or a means of capturing a mate’s attention. Successfully blending into, or standing out against, the background determines a plant or animal’s fate, and the fate of its children. The ecosystem is a theater playing itself against itself. It has its own techniques of sight, sound, and smell. I often sit and wonder: is there a goal to this drama? To whom does it belong? Who is the playwright? Who is the audience?