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butterflydreaming) wrote2007-12-29 09:43 am
butterflydreaming) wrote2007-12-29 09:43 am
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I Kill for Love
There was a spider. I didn't want him to see it; he's having a rough day already. Oh. But he's going to read this LJ post now and know. Heh. Oops.
I dislike killing spiders. However, the house kind will die anyway outside in the chill. I apologize. "Have a good life as a pony," I tell them as death decends in the form of a paper towel or swirling water. I mean it in a nice way.
If I had to kill my food, I wonder if I'd feel the same way. I've been fishing; I didn't catch anything. Hunting doesn't sound like a good time. I'm a city girl. My animals are already butchered and sectioned, ready to pick up from the grocery store, or already cooked up if I eat in a restaurant. It's easy not to think about it being a life -- part of a life, really.
But I do. I try to, always, and give my thanks. I'm making an effort to develop the habit of being thankful in general.
There is no value difference between the life of a spider and the life of a cow. Or a trout. Or a human child. The potential of the life may differ, and we will care differently because of context, but I believe that the inherent value is the same.
A spider in the house is easy to kill. (Easier than a 300+lb escaped tiger. For example.) There are enough reasons to justify it, too. Nevertheless, doing it makes me feel a little sorry.
Which is, I think, a good thing.
I dislike killing spiders. However, the house kind will die anyway outside in the chill. I apologize. "Have a good life as a pony," I tell them as death decends in the form of a paper towel or swirling water. I mean it in a nice way.
If I had to kill my food, I wonder if I'd feel the same way. I've been fishing; I didn't catch anything. Hunting doesn't sound like a good time. I'm a city girl. My animals are already butchered and sectioned, ready to pick up from the grocery store, or already cooked up if I eat in a restaurant. It's easy not to think about it being a life -- part of a life, really.
But I do. I try to, always, and give my thanks. I'm making an effort to develop the habit of being thankful in general.
There is no value difference between the life of a spider and the life of a cow. Or a trout. Or a human child. The potential of the life may differ, and we will care differently because of context, but I believe that the inherent value is the same.
A spider in the house is easy to kill. (Easier than a 300+lb escaped tiger. For example.) There are enough reasons to justify it, too. Nevertheless, doing it makes me feel a little sorry.
Which is, I think, a good thing.
"Hey, Charlotte! You've gotten big!"
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i do occasionally vacuum up cobwebs, which isn't necessarily the friendliest thing to do.