I often think about how the animals we find the grossest will probably outlive us. I’m talking about rats and cockroaches mostly, but maybe also crows — I feel less certain about them for some reason, I guess because they seem less physically robust than rats and cockroaches, but I think they might tick the same boxes.
I think the key quality of all of these immensely hard-to-eradicate creatures is the ability to adapt and exploit whatever apex species are flourishing. Like, no matter what humans are doing in terms of housing, food, water, sewage, etc, rats and roaches find a way to tap into it. It doesn’t matter if it’s the desert or tundra, forest or city, coastal or inland, whatever. Wherever humans are, the vermin are also, and they’re doing great.
What I think makes them so much better than us is they don’t insist on being at the top of the food chain. They aren’t in a constant struggle with the landscape and the creatures around them, fighting for complete domination. They prefer to avoid the spotlight, to scuttle about in the shadows, to ride the coattails of the bigger species who do all the hard work in terms of gathering food and creating great living spaces. That’s actually really admirable. Sure, it’s not very noble or elegant, but it’s fucking smart. I bet if humans didn’t have so much pride, didn’t care so much about what others might think, we’d be better at this kind of thing too.
But if and when times get really rough (Mad Max-style), I think it’s going to be the people who can emulate vermin the best who will survive. It’s going to be that ability to shed pride and be content with whatever scraps are found, that will ensure their survival. Or their best chances at it, anyway.