posted on Jan, 30 2010 @ 09:05 PM
Since I was very young, I thought even somewhat "dull" animals had certain attributes. They know fear, pleasure (even if as a predator its after
they eat a g'nue), and most important, they have an understanding of a sense of self. They have a foci of self-awareness. But over the years I have
been all over the world. For a time I lived in Russia, Australia and Canada. Now I'm back home where I moved from Chicago when I was 12. Minnesota. I
live in the burbs of Minneapolis, and here we got wildlife coming out of our ass. Several years ago we had a wolf come down from the north. I heard
the neighbors dog, a large ill tempered German sheperd barking. I looked out the window and could not believe what I saw. The wolf just bit the dog in
two. (I diden't think they could do that) I called the cops, they told me to take a valium and chill (and how did they know I took valium?). Then I
told them in detail what happend, and they came right over.
They showed up with the fricken SWAT team, and opened up on the wolf with automatic weapons. I did ask the offficer in charge if that level of force
was required. He said yes, they had dealt with "their kind" before. Keep in mind Minnesota is the only state in the union whose state animal is a
rodent. (For us its the gopher, remember Carl from Caddyshack?) Gophers are really very smart. I swear to God even our squarils are smart. I have seen
them look both ways before they cross the street. We have crows and ravens who run and fly in "hunter-killer packs". I also have a flock of geese
who nest on the flat roof of my house every summer. Very prime real estate. It should be, I spent enough for my house. The geese use a corner of my
roof as a toilet and they don't poop on any other part of it.
I have seen many animals in my world, a human made environment, and in theirs, the wild. I have seen Dolphins, Otters, and Sharks in the open oceans.
I have watched very carefully, (and with a great deal of caution!) wild animals in their ellement. And I have been spell bound watching wild animals
who have adapted to my environment. The other day a field mouse ran in to my garage when I was pulling my car in. I knew the damage he could do if I
closed the door, (and since that night it was going down to -17 F,), I was not going to leave it open. So I got out of my car and swore loudly. He ran
out. Smart mouse. I would have put down poison and in time he would get hungry enough to eat it.
The point I want to make is animals are not our personal play things. They are not toys. If you hunt or fish, fine just eat what you kill. I have no
problem with that. Kill animals for pleasure and your a brutal bastard. Any questions? More later.