In the past 24 hours, I have been responsible for the deaths of three animals. Mammals, if you can believe that. We’ve had a bit of a mouse problem in a couple of rooms.
One was killed by the dog after I kinda set the dog on it.
The other two got stuck to glue traps, were still alive when I found them, so I drowned them in a bucket. It’s not particularly humane, but it’s better than whacking them with a hammer I guess. At least for cleaning.
Anyway, apart from flies, I’m not really in the business of killing anything. The mouse mass murder (if you can call three a mass murder) is weighing on me a little, even though we’re getting a couple of cats this week that’ll do far nastier things to them.
What are your feelings on pest control?
- Get a man in. That means I’m not an animal murderer, right?
- Nah, live and let live, man.
- I don’t kill anything except insects and fish
- I am at the top of the food chain. Fuck em. They die.