L is for Lemming.
The lemming lives in the arctic tundra. You probably already know that lemmings don't really commit mass suicide, but it sure looks that way. They have a very high reproduction rate but at the same time are surrounded by animals who like to eat lemmings. For these reasons, their population varies widely. One moment, it's like, hey, where did all the lemmings go? And the next, it's like, damn, enough with the lemmings already.
When lemmings get too numerous - and after all, how many lemmings do you really need anyway? - they set off for new places to live. Some of these new places are on the other sides of bodies of water, such as rivers. Fortunately, lemmings are excellent swimmers. Well, some of them are excellent swimmers, some of them are only so-so. Bottom line, the good swimmers make it, and the so-so swimmers don't. This is the source of the mass suicide myth. Bad thing is, if you're a lemming, you don't know what kind of swimmer you are until you jump in the river and give it a try.
That's pretty much a metaphor for life in general.