“You’re the canary”
That comment lost me,“… The what?”
Shaking his head he delved deeper, “The canary. When men entered the mines they would always carry the songbird with them in a small cage. If ever they struck poisonous gas in the earth, it would kill the bird first. The noticeable quiet would alert the men of danger so they could evacuate” Perry informed me, ever the educator.
I just stood there for a minute, trying to figure out what this little history lesson had to do with me.
Eric began shaking his head, frustrated that I hadn’t immediately grasped the situation. He always gets irritated so easily.
Not a second after meeting my eyes he casually threw it out, “You’re the first to die”.