I read in the Florida Times Union that an entire troupe of
performing fleas froze to death in Germany.
No lie. The circus director
Robert Birk said he was shocked to find all three hundred of his fleas dead in
their transport box. He said it was the
first time he had lost all his fleas to the cold all at one time.
I’ve never seen a flea circus, so I did a little a
research. According to Wikipedia flea performances
were first advertised as early as 1833 in England, and were a major carnival
attraction until 1930. The only known
genuine flea circus that still performs is the one in Germany. Fleas typically live only for a few months
and are not trained. Fleas are observed
to see if they have a predisposition for jumping or walking. Once sorted, they are harnessed by carefully
wrapping a thin gold wire around the neck of the flea. Once in the harness the fleas usually stay in
it for life. The harnesses are attached to the props and the strong legs of the
flea allow them to move objects significantly larger than themselves. Jumping fleas are used for kicking small
lightweight balls. They are carefully given a ball; when they try to jump away
(which is not possible because of the harness) they shoot the ball instead. Running fleas are used to pull small carts and
vehicles or to rotate a Ferris wheel. There
are historical reports of fleas glued to the base of the flea circus enclosure.
Instruments were then glued to the flea
performers and the enclosure was heated. The fleas fought to escape, giving the
impression of fleas playing musical instruments.
At the risk of sounding uncompassionate I’ll be honest and
admit that I laughed my way through Wikipedia’s description. I never knew.
So flea circuses really did/do exist.
On a less comical note, I wonder about the various times in
our lives when we’ve been like “circus fleas” harnessed to a habit or pain or
fear. And we’ve kicked and tried to run
and tried to escape or cope in our own ways and strength. Instead of getting free we stayed “harnessed”
to our destructive or self-centered patterns which I believe give Satan a sense
of gratification. Instead of kicking or
running or using our own power to change our lives, we must let Christ free us
and transform us. The flea may think: My own behavior
baffles me. For I find myself not doing what I really want to do but doing what
I really loathe, (Romans 7:15 Ph).
But the Christian has the truth: In my mind I am God’s willing servant, but in
my own nature I am bound fast, as I say, to the law of sin and death. It is an
agonizing situation, and who on earth can set me free from the clutches of my
sinful nature? I thank God there is a way out through Jesus Christ our Lord,
(Romans 7:22-25 Ph).