Animals

For some morbid reason on the walk from from the car to my office this morning I thought of every animal I ever saw die. Not many, thank goodness. I had wondered about their pain. I have always hoped that they went numb as soon as they were injured and felt nothing those last tortured minutes but I don't think that is how it works. A few bad memories over the years were the baby pigeon I rescued and nursed back to health only to have a cat steal it away for a snack the next day,the poor squirrel I saw get hit, the driver grinning (really?) and my wonderful and dear Olly. Those poor animals, dignified to the very end. I was the one in hysterics.

As I have gotten older I find it harder and harder to deal with killing anything. All those plants last year, ugh! I felt bad the other day for the poor snail that crawled out of the Contadina Tomato can (housing my baby lemon tree) and made it's way into the sink. I turned on the hot water that goes from very hot to scalding in seconds and noticed him only after I shut the water off. Taps played in my head. Seriously felt bad for the lil thing. That's such a horrid way to go, I checked, he was gone. I felt so bad. Yet I have been wanting some escargot, not the same sort of snail but still. The severe contradictions.

As for roaches and other pests, Mona seems to get those and does not seem the least bit guilty at all. To her they were playthings, they stopped moving, fun over, move on. My hens have no problem brutally tearing into a poor cricket. Once again...looking to the animals to see how it should be done.