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If you read any of my entries EVER, it should be this one.
I had a terrible night tonight. I will now explain what happened. It absolutely disgusts me.
I went in to work tonight. Which is a good thing because I enjoy working when I can. So I went in, and evidently the store is having a problem with mice. The manager Andrew hired a pest control company to put traps, but of course they are not safe traps they are the kind that kill the mice. I think this is evil but that is a whole other story I suppose.
So tonight I came into work, and I saw that there was a mouse that had been caught in one of the horrible mousetraps (the kind that snap down and kill the mice). I put on rubber gloves and went over to remove the body and bring it out to bury it properly before I clocked in, because I knew it would just be thrown in the trash and I wanted to give it a proper burial. As I got closer to the dead mouse, I saw that a tiny little puff ball was sitting on it's tail. The mouse that was killed was a mommy mouse, and it's baby had ben sleeping on it's tail, probably not even knowing it was dead. The baby mouse was smaller than a cotton ball and looked so helpless. I gently picked it up and put it in a cheeseybread box. I put some cheese in it and saw that the little baby mouse walked over to the cheese right away and picked it up and started eating it. Now that I knew that it could eat on it's own, I figured I would just take it home. I figured that the evil traps or other natural things had probably gotten to it's brothers and sisters already and that maybe I was it's only hope.
So I put him on a table in the back room, told everyone not to touch the box, and put a HUGE sign above it saying "DO NOT TOUCH-- Little Baby Mouse Inside!!!!"
I THOUGHT that people would just leave the thing alone. But NO. One of the mean drivers came, lifted the box, and shook at it and laughed at me right in the face. I burst into tears, and ran to him, grabbed the box, opened it and looked at the baby mouse. It was shaking but basically motionless and looked like it was dragging it's left arm. He had broken it's arm!!! So I just sat there amazed, and took the box into the other room. I observed it for an hour or so, and it started walking normally, so maybe the arm isn't broken but the mouse was just terrified.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE HURT A DEFENSELESS CREATURE! A BABY mouse for frick sake!!! An innocent and COMPLETELY 100% helpless little creature. And to do it as a joke, for amusement? That is hugely fucked up. For the rest of my hours at work, I was sucking back the tears just thinking about what I will do if anything happens to this tiny little mouse. It may just be a little mouse, and I am sure tons of mice die each day, but this mouse had a chance. It could have been perfect and someone for 2 seconds of sick fucking twisted pleasure decided to try and take that away from him. I am disgusted.
It is things like this that make me wish that I didn't feel. I feel everything day in and day out, I feel pain for everything that suffers and I hate it. I fucking hate it. It eats me up inside and tears at me in a million ways. I cannot stand it. Sometimes I wish that I just wouldn't feel anything at all, but then I would be just like these horrible people that I don't understand. I hate this. No matter what happens, I will not win.
So I didn't get out of work in time to go to Wal-Mart and get a tank for it to live in, but for the night (assuming it SURVIVES the night) it is living in a fish bowl. Right now it is sort of wobbly, but it's leg looks ok. But it's so tiny, who knows if it has broken bones or internal bleeding or what not. I just pray it survives the night.
You know, someday all of us could be in the position of this tiny mouse. And I sure as fuck hope that if someday any of us are in a position like that, that someone like me will come along, not someone like that guy at work who shook the box. With all the things that can happen to us or kill us or hurt us from the time we are conceived to the minute that we are born, it is a miracle that any of us ever even survive. It is NO ONE'S right to take a LIVING THING and decide that you want to hurt or kill it. I have no tolerance or patience for this. I don't even know what to do at this point.
If you read any of my entries EVER, it should be this one.
I had a terrible night tonight. I will now explain what happened. It absolutely disgusts me.
I went in to work tonight. Which is a good thing because I enjoy working when I can. So I went in, and evidently the store is having a problem with mice. The manager Andrew hired a pest control company to put traps, but of course they are not safe traps they are the kind that kill the mice. I think this is evil but that is a whole other story I suppose.
So tonight I came into work, and I saw that there was a mouse that had been caught in one of the horrible mousetraps (the kind that snap down and kill the mice). I put on rubber gloves and went over to remove the body and bring it out to bury it properly before I clocked in, because I knew it would just be thrown in the trash and I wanted to give it a proper burial. As I got closer to the dead mouse, I saw that a tiny little puff ball was sitting on it's tail. The mouse that was killed was a mommy mouse, and it's baby had ben sleeping on it's tail, probably not even knowing it was dead. The baby mouse was smaller than a cotton ball and looked so helpless. I gently picked it up and put it in a cheeseybread box. I put some cheese in it and saw that the little baby mouse walked over to the cheese right away and picked it up and started eating it. Now that I knew that it could eat on it's own, I figured I would just take it home. I figured that the evil traps or other natural things had probably gotten to it's brothers and sisters already and that maybe I was it's only hope.
So I put him on a table in the back room, told everyone not to touch the box, and put a HUGE sign above it saying "DO NOT TOUCH-- Little Baby Mouse Inside!!!!"
I THOUGHT that people would just leave the thing alone. But NO. One of the mean drivers came, lifted the box, and shook at it and laughed at me right in the face. I burst into tears, and ran to him, grabbed the box, opened it and looked at the baby mouse. It was shaking but basically motionless and looked like it was dragging it's left arm. He had broken it's arm!!! So I just sat there amazed, and took the box into the other room. I observed it for an hour or so, and it started walking normally, so maybe the arm isn't broken but the mouse was just terrified.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE HURT A DEFENSELESS CREATURE! A BABY mouse for frick sake!!! An innocent and COMPLETELY 100% helpless little creature. And to do it as a joke, for amusement? That is hugely fucked up. For the rest of my hours at work, I was sucking back the tears just thinking about what I will do if anything happens to this tiny little mouse. It may just be a little mouse, and I am sure tons of mice die each day, but this mouse had a chance. It could have been perfect and someone for 2 seconds of sick fucking twisted pleasure decided to try and take that away from him. I am disgusted.
It is things like this that make me wish that I didn't feel. I feel everything day in and day out, I feel pain for everything that suffers and I hate it. I fucking hate it. It eats me up inside and tears at me in a million ways. I cannot stand it. Sometimes I wish that I just wouldn't feel anything at all, but then I would be just like these horrible people that I don't understand. I hate this. No matter what happens, I will not win.
So I didn't get out of work in time to go to Wal-Mart and get a tank for it to live in, but for the night (assuming it SURVIVES the night) it is living in a fish bowl. Right now it is sort of wobbly, but it's leg looks ok. But it's so tiny, who knows if it has broken bones or internal bleeding or what not. I just pray it survives the night.
You know, someday all of us could be in the position of this tiny mouse. And I sure as fuck hope that if someday any of us are in a position like that, that someone like me will come along, not someone like that guy at work who shook the box. With all the things that can happen to us or kill us or hurt us from the time we are conceived to the minute that we are born, it is a miracle that any of us ever even survive. It is NO ONE'S right to take a LIVING THING and decide that you want to hurt or kill it. I have no tolerance or patience for this. I don't even know what to do at this point.