the mouse
So there's this tiny little field mouse writhing in pain, stuck to a glue trap in my Supervisor's office right now. He won't let me take it outside and try to free it.
If it were a spring trap, it would be quick.
If it were a live trap, it would be ok.
But glue traps suck.
The little animal just rips himself to pieces trying to break free, and then eventually dies of dehydration and starvation in a dumpster somewhere.
What the fuck kind of sadists are human beings?
I'm so distraught. It's RIGHT IN THE NEXT ROOM and I'm not allowed to help it.
I can't risk my job, I need to feed my family, and jobs are scarce.
I want to take a moment to honor that poor little mouse, and wish its soul well, but I feel like then I'm giving up on it already.
.......
So, now the janitor has taken the mouse away. I tried to talk him into letting it go out back, but to no avail. Instead, he just tied the bag tight, as to quicken the poor little creature's demise. Hopefully it will be very quick and sleepy.
Goodbye, little mouse.
I'm sorry that my fellow "superior" beings didn't find you important enough. And I'm sorry that my "superior" self couldn't figure out a way to save you without doing harm to myself.
What a waste we are as beings, we can't do anything when it really matters.
Civilization: I want OUT.
If it were a spring trap, it would be quick.
If it were a live trap, it would be ok.
But glue traps suck.
The little animal just rips himself to pieces trying to break free, and then eventually dies of dehydration and starvation in a dumpster somewhere.
What the fuck kind of sadists are human beings?
I'm so distraught. It's RIGHT IN THE NEXT ROOM and I'm not allowed to help it.
I can't risk my job, I need to feed my family, and jobs are scarce.
I want to take a moment to honor that poor little mouse, and wish its soul well, but I feel like then I'm giving up on it already.
.......
So, now the janitor has taken the mouse away. I tried to talk him into letting it go out back, but to no avail. Instead, he just tied the bag tight, as to quicken the poor little creature's demise. Hopefully it will be very quick and sleepy.
Goodbye, little mouse.
I'm sorry that my fellow "superior" beings didn't find you important enough. And I'm sorry that my "superior" self couldn't figure out a way to save you without doing harm to myself.
What a waste we are as beings, we can't do anything when it really matters.
Civilization: I want OUT.
posted by Dead Mouse Girl at 10:00 AM
2 Comments:
That is just wrong. I had no idea 'glue traps' for rodents existed. What 'great' ways we come up with to make disposing of stuff - even a life - more resource hungry and 'convenient'.
I feel for your situation - and of course the little mouse. I always feel a huge pang of guilt and failure when I don't do what I know is right because circumstances call for more resolve than I have.
I must admit, your blog intrigues and amazes me because it sounds so much like the stuff that goes on in my head. More than my blog seems to, if that makes any sense and doesn't make me sound like a complete fool!
Thanks, R.O. I'm glad to know that there are still other people above the age of 11, especially male, who give a crap about the unbalanced "circle of life" as it were,currently.
Re: it sounds so much like the stuff that goes on in my head. More than my blog seems to, if that makes any sense...
It sure does. I think the same of other people's blogs sometimes.
Self-expression can be like childbirth sometimes.
The expulsion is inevitable, the process is often painful, and in the end, a relief and a sense of accomplishment, coupled with the happiness that comes from the connection with the collective creative energy reserve of the universe.
Or something like that.
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