That's interesting you did that. Saved a wasp. Well, "saved" is a funny word, but....
It's complex why and when people do that. (I can't explain what I mean tho.) But sometimes fear or surprise makes me react with the thought of killing something, and then I sometimes have a thought of "why."
I don't know if that's a "rational" thought, or just a slow one, or a waste of time one. But I kill less things than I used to when there's thinking involved. Reason. I think. I have to make a conscious decision to kill it, rather than an unconscious decision to.
Fleas, mosquitos, termites, black widows, are in the CD (Conscious Decision) arena. Buh-bye! (I used to let mosqies bite me when meditating. Try it. Like on the nose, forehead, eyelid, or testicle. It's a lengthy process. Don't tell anyone I admitted this. But they're really just mommies doing what they have to.)
Moles, for 'zample, are not on the die list. I catch em. And, believe it or not, use it for an excuse to drive up to the woods.
Although the thought of letting them go over at Mr Mow-it-all's Acre Of Lawn has poked me with its fork.
But I'm not that kind of person. Reason, again.
Would also be dangerous for the mole. :o)
I hope, as they scurry off into the forest, that they weren't supposed to bring home dinner for the family.
But I chopped one in half with a shovel once, 15-20 years ago, not knowing what to do, and it made a noise I don't ever want to hear again. And I don't want to be responsible for inflicting that, and would take it back if I could.
Along with a bunch of other stupid stuff, of course. |
