Darwin would only be so proud...

I have this strange habit that can only be described as an adaptation I developed in my working environment (ie. Survival of the Fittest); I am aggressivley protective of my pen.

Now, I know that it's not the same thing as the finches with their different beaks, but it means something to me as pens are sitting ducks waiting to be taken home and cooked with marmalade. However, I only found out today how aggressive I actually am in regards to this new found behaviour:

I was sitting at my desk doing some work with my pen just off to the side of me. My co-worker who was rushing by, swiftly grabs my pen and starts using it.

I actually heard my thoughts growl and snarl at her. I felt this animalistic instinct surging through my body almost forcing me to bite her arm off in one snap.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels naked without their pen. It's a useful tool to always have on your person. I use it to write with, fidget with, open boxes with.....Without a pen, I am defenseless in this corporate world and will be eaten alive by bigger co-workers. Surely, I am not alone in my thoughts. In fact, I'm pretty sure that Swimboy feels the same way and is therefore an adaptive trait that has been passed from parent to offspring.

Nobel Prize, here I come.