“Oh, it’s a bug.”
There was something on my arm as I was typing, a sort of
tickling sensation.
What do you do? Smash it flat with the other hand? Blow it
off gently? It seemed to be harmless so I was loath to just kill it.
Killing is too easy. It is something that we do as a
reflex action, without thought.
Extinguishing a life, however small, is still killing. Because
the bug is tiny doesn’t make it less worthy of living than you or I.
Do we have the right to continue in our existence over a
small insect because we are bigger, more intelligent?
At what point do we say that a creature is worthy of life.
Life with us, that is. What is it that makes us say that killing a rat is
acceptable but slaughtering a cat is a bad thing?
They are both animals; they both have hearts and lungs;
they both have some sort of brain function and they are both covered in hair or
fur.
Rabbits, then? Can rabbits live amongst us? As pets only,
of course. All other rabbits are vermin and must be immediately squashed under
the wheels of a tractor. Especially in Australia where rabbits are eating the
heart out of the land.
Oh, but rabbits are soft and cuddly, they feel good. They
also taste good.
Snakes. Perhaps we can kill snakes. Snakes are nasty,
horrible, slimy things.
Except they are not. Slimy. At all. They are not really
nasty, either. Snakes do their own thing and care not much for anybody else.
Dogs. It must be fine to kill dogs. Dogs have to be
vermin. They hunt in packs, they smell bad, they are noisy and their faeces
spread unspeakable diseases. Many breeds of dogs are unutterably dangerous.
There are often news reports that tell us of people—children usually, that are
attacked by dogs. Savagely attacked.
Pit bulls, Rotweilers and German Shepherds seem to top the
list. A Jack Russell bit me once. Perhaps I should add Jack Russells to the
list of savage beasts.
So we can kill dogs, then.
Except we cannot because they, like cats and some
(selected) rabbits are regarded as pets. We also classify, at will, certain
other small rodents as pets. Rodents like gerbils, hamsters, white mice and
rats.
Is a hamster a rodent? Probably not. Please resist the
temptation to tell me.
People tell us that dogs are not dangerous—it is the
owners who are dangerous. It is the human at the end of the leash that should
pick up the dog’s droppings, that dogs, like every other animals, has to ‘go’
when it needs to do so.
So it is small things that we can kill at our pleasure.
Humming birds are small.
No?
Pigeons are pests and vermin. Airborne rats—full of
diseases, they are. They should be converted into a pie, or pies, as soon as
possible. Rooks, too. Rooks can make a tasty pie.
Problem with downing a pigeon is that the police tend to
frown upon persons wielding a shotgun in the city centre...
You could always down a duck. That was a joke or, at
least, the semblance of one.
Slugs, snails, mosquitoes, wasps, caterpillars (but not,
oddly, butterflies) are all fair game for the pestilential killing fields. Yet
they all live. They all deserve to live.
We have no greater right to life than they do.
But it tickled. So I crushed it.
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