Each One Save One

Sprawled across the trestle bridge, I heard the dog trot up behind me, sniff, and move on.

"I'm sorry," the owner said.  "I hope she didn't spoil your shot."

"Oh, no.  Look!"  I pointed to the female Blue Dasher.  "I just rescued her from the spider web."

"I saved a bumblebee yesterday," the dog owner said.

We laughed and smiled at one another, knowing that we were members of the "each one save one" society.

Today, I defeated survival of the fittest for one teneral dragonfly, and I was happy.