It’s remarkable, really, how they’ve come to ignore the spreading desert in their living room, now threatening to engulf the La-Z-Boy recliner & turn the aquarium into a saline depression. They pretend those are mice scrabbling in the kitchen & not landless economic refugees laboring to convert rainforest into soybean plantations. Windrows of dead honeybees pile up beneath their beds. And that dripping sound from the attic? You’ve guessed it: their glacier is shrinking fast. Already one of Grandpa’s legs can be seen protruding from the side adjacent to the stairs, which every day grow a little steeper & more numerous.