today walking past kleeberger field with erik and brian, brian spotted a tiny mouse lying inert on the sidewalk. i’ve never seen such a small mouse… it was about the size of those orangey foam-looking ‘circus peanuts’ candies, about two inches long not including its tail. it was breathing, though barely, and i wanted very badly to do something to help it. i was going to lift it up and at least put it in the bushes where no one would step on it, but erik and brian advised me that i shouldn’t, so i didn’t. i felt so bad for it!
later erik and i passed that spot again. this time the mouse was curled up and its eyes were closed and it was not breathing.
i am writing this because i want to remember this little creature in some way. i know it’s true, but i don’t like to think that we live in a world in which living creatures can die without anyone knowing or remembering or caring. and i also know that i’m being hypocritical because i kill things all the time, directly like bugs, or indirectly like my dinner, without caring or commemorating in any way the event. but still… *sigh* the world is so full of contradictions. *sigh*
i often wish i had the willpower — and the desire — to become a vegetarian.
[note, 4/10/14: Imported from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]
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