I was sitting at the back of my truck today, enjoying some little pinecones I had found, when a fly landed on my bare left forearm. I watched him for a while and then my old demons welled up and I swatted him with my right hand.
He fell to the ground in front of me and I immediately felt horrible. I really try not to kill anything anymore. He laid still for a bit and then started moving forward. I urged him to fly but all he could do was hop because I had knocked one of his wings off!
What a buzz kill to an otherwise pleasant afternoon. I believe that every living thing on this earth has as much right to be here as I do. I need to work on my conditioning…
I was driving down a Wyoming highway the other day that was littered with fuzzy little roadkill. Every hundred yards or so another rabbit had died under manmade wheels and I swerved my truck to avoid hitting both dead, and alive, rabbits. I was successful.
I can’t even think about that for spiders and snakes. Fleeing Is what I’ll be doing. It’s going to be them or me. Good travels friend.