posted on Mar, 30 2012 @ 11:19 AM
I have accidentally and unintentionally killed some animals and it still bothers me a lot.
The first time it was about 5 baby mice. I opened my bottom cupboard and noticed that the lid on my x-lg tub of peanut butter had been chewed on. I
pulled the lid off and there were 5 baby mice swimming in about 4 inches of thick, gooey, peanut butter. The tub was about 10 inches tall--too high
to climb back up out of the peanut butter quicksand.
I was horrified. I first tried to gas them with car exhaust to put them out of their misery, and when that failed, I had no choice but to set them
outside and hope they would die quickly in the cold. I don't like mice, but the way they died haunts me to this day.
2. Last year, I accidentally killed a toad. I was weed wacking out back, being careful to mind the toads, when I looked down and saw that I had
sliced a toad in half. I was horrified! I am the one who is out searching the yard and gathering all the baby toads before I cut the lawn. ( every
week when I cut the grass, I release them back afterward) The big ones always move out of the way when they hear the loud noise, but this one didn't.
3. I was driving down an old country road and I didn't even see it until
I saw a ball of black fly by my front right tire and skip over the hood and fly to the other side of the road. It happened in an instant and I
wasn't even sure what it was until I pulled over and saw the poor kitty's body jerk once or twice and then death came immediately.
I always wondered how someone could not see an animal before they hit it, but know I know. This one came up from a huge ditch, not visible from the
road. I never saw it coming.
I hate that I accidentally killed them. Accidents happen and the guilt doesn't go away.
edit on 30-3-2012 by virraszto because: typo