Fresh from Mount Olympus, the Gods’ new matchmakers dove straight into mêlée.

Hapless grasshoppers huddled in harmony. Rabbits hoarded their lucky feet. Lone wolves packed dens.

And humans? They shacked up, too, fleeing flexed claws and rustling feathers.

The switch from bow and Eros to falconry was swift and cruel.

Nicholas De Marino doesn’t trust pigeons, either.