What Happened to Respect for Life?
Aug. 6, 2010 10:06 am
Updated: Aug. 17, 2010 7:18 am
Hello friends and thank you once again for stopping by to read my blog. I hope you will forgive me, but I am stepping away from the subject of food in this entry. I am doing this because something happened yesterday that just boggles my mind and I am
struggling to understand how anyone could be so heartless and cruel and still be able to look at themself in the mirror.
I live in a mobile home park. To access the park, one must drive down a stretch of dirt road approximately 1/4 mile long. Trees line one side of this dirt road and their branches are very low, sometimes even laying on the ground. In the little haven created
by these low branches, cottontail rabbits and squirrels spend most of the day eating the leaves, grasses that grow in the shade, and the seeds that fall from the trees. I am always very careful to watch for these little creatures, to make sure my car isn't
going to startle one of them into running across the road in front of my car.
Yesterday after work I picked up my daughter from her daycare provider's house and headed for home. As I turned on the dirt road, I noticed a young squirrel scampering around just outside the row of tree branches. I slowed down to a crawl as I passed him
and watched carefully as I drove by to make sure he wasn't going to run under my tires. While my head was turned to the side watching him, I noticed another car pulling onto the dirt road and coming up behind me. I kept going so I wouldn't be blocking the
road and watched the other car in my rear-view mirror, saying "Don't run out, little squirrel!", as if the little guy could hear me. Of course, my daughter turned to look out the back window, too.
What happened next just blew me away. The *#$&@* (begins with a "B" and rhymes with "witch") driving the car behind me PURPOSELY SWERVED TO RUN OVER THE SQUIRREL!! She and the rest of the occupants of the very-full car then proceeded to laugh hysterically
as the terrified squirrel ran back and forth in vain trying to escape her tires. I, of course, shouted in shock and my daughter started crying hysterically. I turned around to go see if the poor thing was suffering, but the evil wench had killed him. I
gently picked him up to make sure he wasn't breathing and felt no heartbeat, no blink response when I touched the corner of his eye, no reflex when I pinched his paw. This limp little body in my hands had been playing happily, eating seeds, just minutes before...and
now he was dead. By this time, my daughter and I were both sobbing at the absolute heinousness of the incident. I still cannot wrap my brain around what happened...it was so unnecessary and just plain EVIL.
I took the dead squirrel and went searching for the other car in our mobile home park. I found her on the first street I checked, so I confronted her. I held the squirrel curled up in my hand out the window and told her I wanted her to explain to my daughter
why she felt compelled to end the life of a beautiful, innocent, BABY creature. She said nothing, but looked at me defiantly. One of her passengers said, "It happens all the time. People live and die." After telling her that yes, accidents happen, but
nobody should do this kind of thing on purpose, I am ashamed to admit that I let my rage get away from me. I told her if that's how she felt, I hoped that someone would soon think it was funny to swerve and run over HER on purpose.
I drove around to the next street to ask my friend if I could borrow a shovel to bury the squirrel. I couldn't bear the thought of laying him down on the bare ground for some scavenger to pick at or, worse yet, the thought of simply putting him in the garbage.
I had to give him some dignity. He deserved at least that much after the horrific way he died.
While I was talking to my friend, the mobile home park manager heard me (I was rather loud and used very un-ladylike words). She asked me who it was that had done this. While I was attempting to explain to her which house on the next street was the offender's
home, Miss Evilness pulled up behind me in her car. She rolled down her window and admitted to the manager that it had been her that did it. The manager loves animals just as much as I do, so she tore into the murderer verbally. I don't think it did any
good, though, because I saw Miss Evilness in front of my neighbor's house a little while later, pointing at my car and talking rather animatedly, obviously still of the opinion that she had done nothing wrong and I was an idiot for not thinking it was funny.
My daughter and I buried the little squirrel in the field across from our mobile home park. I tried to comfort her by explaining the concept of karma and how I very firmly believe that something terrible will happen to that person someday. We may not be around
to see it, we may not ever hear about it, but it WILL happen.
As you can imagine, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept trying to find SOME explanation for what had happened. How could this person's parents not raise her to respect living creatures? And what about the other people in the car who also thought it was
hilarious to end it all for this innocent creature? The worst part yet is that there was a child in the car. What kind of lessons is that child being taught about the beautiful sacredness of life? If anyone can explain this to me, I would be happy to finally