Growing up, I spent a few years in a town called Lake Charles in Louisiana. Peppering the wetland surface were chimney-like holes in the ground about two to three feet-deep. These holes were built and inhabited by crawfish, small ubiquitous crustaceans also known as ‘crawdads’ or ‘crawdaddies.’
Given the rural surroundings and relatively laid-back lifestyle that went with the region, there wasn’t much in the way of recognizable or high-profile superheroes to admire like Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Thor, Wonder Woman or Spider-Man.
Instead, the Bayou Country boasted a lesser-celebrated but equally impressive crime-fighter whose civilian name was Mr. Bonin. Bonin worked as a local fisherman who called upon his special powers when found in a particular jam or pickle. The danger-seeking Cajun didn’t save the day without a key ingredient, however.
That’s where the moss came into play, Spanish moss- to be exact. A handful of the stuff and Bonin proceeded to chant his mantra:
“Spanish moss in my hands, turn me into Crawfish-Man!”
Indeed we owe a debt of gratitude to the local superheroes, especially the unsung or forgotten ones. As we recover from the Covid-19 crisis, it might be a nice gesture to thank anyone who helped us through, especially the ones we call ‘front line workers.’ Like the mighty yet humble crusader of the Cajun swamp, they’ll no doubt be pleased to accept your appreciation. Gratitude, like the Spanish moss, goes a long way.