Some days we prefer to stalk our prey, letting their fear simmer until it rolls into a boil of panic and poor decisions. Like splitting up into smaller groups, where it’s easier to pick the ripest one from the bunch.
Other days, we prefer to satiate our hungers a little more expediently. It’s not that we don’t want to work for our food, it more that our capacity for work is much lower. Instead of preparing a slow meal, we’d rather just run down the road and pick something up.
Luckily in those cases, our food can still only make it as fast as 6.8 miles per hour.
