@gvwilson it's weird, but close. We *are* that species. On a daily basis we steal the daylight from our past selves and place it gingerly in offering to our future selves, to try to extend our exposure to the precious yellow ball.
There are high transaction costs. Twice annually we pay with heart attacks and car crashes and death and dismemberment. But the sweet nectar of an extra hour of basking means we don't have to revert to the dark times of being as much at the whim of that damnable ball