Remorse

The one that hadn't lived with me for 17 years.

 

But if it had been with you for 17 years?

 

If both animals had lived with me for 17 years (rather impossible for a mouse), and I had bought both of them, I would kill neither.
If the mouse was simply living in my house for 17 years, at the same time as the parrot which had been purchased, I would kill the mouse.
A domesticated mouse is much cleaner than its feral or wild variant.

 

What do you prefer, a cat or a wolf?

 

Wolf...even if they're timid and over-protective.

 

Would you like your own gorilla?

 

No. They eat their own poo and can move thousands of pounds with one arm.

 

A...female gorilla?

 

Gross, I'm sorry if you feel bad that I called you a capitalist pig. It was kind of meant like the Che Guevara shirts, only the other way around or something like that. Please don't be mad at me, and you should probably consider it a compliment since it means your pretty far away politically from one of the Swedes here, who is in Poland for the moment.

 

That sounds like me, I guess.

 

Hey, I should apologize too, then.
Sarcasm is notoriously difficult to spot when it's read.
And yes, that would definitely be you Van de Kamp.

 

Yep, commie into the bones.

 

Animal rights people annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the prevention of unnecessary cruelty to any living creature, but that is about as far as it goes for me. I enjoy steak, fur coats, and shampoo that I know isn't going to make me go bald because somewhere some rabbit's hair has really good bounce and body.

 

Killed another mouse. This time with my knife...not much of an improvement. Especially since it took three stabs and a chop.

 

Sounds like your knifemanship could use some work.

 

With a Buck Knife? Yes. I figured that impaling the mouse one time would kill it, but it only stopped breathing for as long as the knife was in its body. It might've bled to death, but mouse blood all over the carpet in the living room...not good.

 

That's three in one year you've offed. Gross, I have one word for you:

Mousetraps.

 

Actually, four. I didn't feel bad about the first two, because I put them out of their misery by killing them with an air rifle when they were already on traps.
I caught these other two by hand (er...one by knife), and I could've let them go outside, but they'dve found their way back in somehow.
I amaze even myself with my reactions to things I do.
The moral of the story is this;
Even if your mouse trap smells like peanut butter, it'll only work 50% of the time.

 

Have anyone here heard of the "Disney-Vegetarians"?