Killing things

I recently had to set up a mouse trap and to be quite honest, it was so hard to do. Not physically, but emotionally. For years I’ve thought, “Who am I to decide if this creature has to die today?” I know it’s just a tiny animal, but it’s a living thing that is just trying to survive. I’ve always had a soft spot for animals, whether it’s the cutest puppy or the biggest possum you’ve ever seen. Take a scary one, for instance… alligators. Frightening. Deadly. Yet, fascinating. Remarkable. Same with sharks. Terrifying, yet amazing.

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I have a neighbor that used to ask me to go hunting with him. It’s never going to happen. Can you imagine shooting and killing a deer!? Well, maybe you can. I have nothing against those who hunt, I just can’t do it. Again, who am I to decide when another living thing has to die? Especially creatures as beautiful as deer!

It even happens with insects like wasps, spiders, and moths, though. If I discover them in my house or somewhere nearby, I’ll diligently try to get them to a safe place outside… where they belong. Sometimes death is the only solution but not if I can help it.

I think this comes from my belief that all creatures have been created by God, and their (our) mere existence is an example of His beauty, creativity, and love for life. Why would I want to kill that? I can’t justify ending the life of something God has spent time creating and designing to contribute to the amazing, diverse environments of earth. I just can’t do it. Well, I CAN if it’s a wasp or bee stinging me, for example. Or a tick that’s trying to latch on to me or my dogs.

But you get my point, I hope. There’s just something to marvel at when a creature is out there doing what it was designed to do, and thriving in the world God created it in.

This post was originally going to wind itself around to human life, and my belief that people begin very early, like…. conception early… but I think I’ve said enough for now (haha). I suppose the post is more of a tribute to God, who’s creativity and imagination are qualities I can’t often comprehend. But when I see his creation in the form of animals and insects, I can thank him for it… and help those creatures live, even if it means strategically moving one from inside my house to outside my house. 🙂

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-Out of the Wilderness

RoMOUSEo & Juliet

They nearly died at the very same time and I’m not talking about Romeo and Juliet. I’m talking about mice that were making a home in my kitchen!

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It’s been over 10 years since I’ve had a mouse problem in my home. In fact, here’s a video of the decade-old visit.

Now it’s 10 years later and maybe someone came back to defend the honor of their dead ancestor! Because yes, I had to mousetrap the little guy in 2010.

Just a few days ago, there I was laying on the couch. From this spot I have a partial view of the kitchen including the dishwasher. The dishwasher plays an important role in this story so just sit tight and we’ll come back to that. While I was watching YouTube (probably Trey Kennedy’s hilarious videos), the pup vacationing at my house (aka I was dog-sitting for a friend) was lying on the floor nearby. He was facing towards the kitchen.

As if we were all buddies, a mouse quietly and rather calmly walked into my field of vision through the middle of the kitchen and climbed into a little gap between the dishwasher and the floor. I thought to myself, “Did I just see what I think I saw?” It was surely confirmed when the dog got up, curiously walked over to the dishwasher, and sniffed around the base. He and I both saw exactly the same thing. I tiny mouse acting like he owns the place!

Then I thought about all the places the mouse’s diseased little feet touched and was immediately grossed out. Where did he come from? How long has he been visiting my kitchen in broad daylight? The little rascal!

Well, circling back to the title of this post, and I won’t dwell on this because I’m always an animal lover, I found an old mouse trap leftover from 10 years ago, applied peanut butter to the trigger side of it… and a day later *boom*snap* we had a dead mouse in the house. I dug around and found another mouse trap and just a few hours after Juliet went to mouse Heaven *boom*snap* we had a second dead mouse in the house. I guess RoMOUSEo came out to check on his lover, to his own demise.

The silver lining is that at least these two critters don’t have to encounter an assassin fly like I did the other day. This scary-looking insect might have given them a heart attack!

-Out of the Wilderness