[LEMONS] 10.26.2001
This morning, as I was getting ready, I heard a bird chirping outside the window of our breakfast nook and went to go investigate. When I got close, the sound seemed to be coming from inside the apartment--and indeed it was. On the floor I saw a wee little mouse; gasping for breath, twitching, and "chirping" regularly.
It was dying. My initial reaction was to ignore it and hope that it righted itself and went away. But I knew it wouldn't, and I didn't want Harp to have to deal with it. Moreover, I couldn't just leave it suffering, which it obviously was. So I tossed a small hand towel on the mouse, scooped him up and carried him outside.
I really didn't want to do this at all. But I felt bad about just leaving it in the trash alive. The first time I stomped it was the hardest, and I could feel its little bones crunch beneath my boots. I wanted to make sure I hadn't just maimed it, though, so I stomped him again and again, with all my weight.
This really wasn't how I wanted to start my day.
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