| | urghYesterday I didn't go out because it was raining and I was trying to study.
Sunday morning I went to look at my car - it's become compulsive now - and what did I find?
- New squirrel nest made of bark.
- Chewed up windshields wiper fluid tubes.
- Chewed up something else tubes.
- 3 ugly ass squirrel babies in the fucking nest
ONLY ONE DAY. I became incensed. Stomping back into the house, I borrowed a pair of gardening gloves and removed as much nest as I could. Then I took the plastic grocery bag proffered by my house mate and put the babies in the bag. They stopped squealing after a while. Resigned to their fate?
The plastic bag went into the garbage bin behind the house. A sock full of mothballs was placed inside the prime nesting location under the hood (Google says it works, ok?).
I felt a bit savage or embittered when I was pulling the babies out. When my parents found baby bunnies in our yard, I almost kept them. But I realized, what is the point? These types of animals are r-selection species, meaning they reproduce a lot of offspring knowing that only a small proportion will actually make it to adulthood. And who am I to play a saint.
One of my classmates criticized me and told me she could have raised those squirrels. Chatting online, I couldn't tell if she was actually being serious. This is the same classmate, I am told, that has a cat but lets it piss freely all round the apartment. This is what I hate sometimes, about not thinking critically. Anything that is infantile is therefore cute and worth saving. If that were true, then we'd all be a bunch of suckers. The natural world is not always kind. I'd rather save my car and drive down to see family or friends than save three damn squirrels.
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| | Posted 5/12/2008 3:48 AM - 3 comments
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