Seriously, two-thirds of you just... don't worry that much about climate change? That's insane. It's like, the second con on my "SHOULD I HAVE A BABY" pros and cons list. (The first con is "don't really like babies.")
Anyway, Zadie Smith has a lovely piece in in the New York Review of Books about what people have to lose—on a personal, nostalgic level—before they really start to care about climate change:
It was easy to assume, for example, that we would always be able to easily find a hedgehog in some corner of a London garden, pick it up in cupped hands, and unfurl it for our children—or go on a picnic and watch fat bumblebees crawling over the mouth of an open jam jar. Every country has its own version of this local sadness.