WillsZenith
a treat for missmanners
As my friend (lets call him X from now on) was looking at puppies with his girlfriend, I inquired why the price of the mice was so low compared to gerbils and hamsters. The lady told me they were "feeder mice" and their fate
was to be eaten alive by an other animal.
I purchased two of them, one large mouse and one small mouse. My intentions at this point were pure, but soon turned sinister.
Maggie (X's dog) stared at the two mice for quite a bit, and then, in one swift motion, CHOMPED the small mouse, eating it in one bite.
X gets the bright idea to try something else with the mouse considering its going to die anyway. He goes into the garage and gets a syringe and fills it with kerosene and then injects the mouse. Its so bad, the mouse starts coughing up blood and gas. We then take the mouse outside and wanted to end its suffereing.
X then procured a lighter from his pocket and handed it to me. I just hit the igniter on the lighter next to the mouse. The large mouse then erupted into a ball of fire and didn't move at first, but then ran as fast as it could. The reason why the mouse stoped running wasn't because it died, it was because its legs fell off because it was burnt that bad. My friend nudged it with his foot and it was still alive. X then goes and grabs his tennis racket and then bludgeons the mouse to death.
I know I should of felt bad at that time but I couldnt feel ANYTHING. No pain, no happiness, nothing. It was just an insignifigant rat, and I took its worthless life. I didn't feel good, but I didn't feel bad either. I had no emotions at all. From time to to we still buy mice and bottle rockets and have some "fun"
So, time to see a shrink or blow more mice up?
was to be eaten alive by an other animal.
I purchased two of them, one large mouse and one small mouse. My intentions at this point were pure, but soon turned sinister.
Maggie (X's dog) stared at the two mice for quite a bit, and then, in one swift motion, CHOMPED the small mouse, eating it in one bite.
X gets the bright idea to try something else with the mouse considering its going to die anyway. He goes into the garage and gets a syringe and fills it with kerosene and then injects the mouse. Its so bad, the mouse starts coughing up blood and gas. We then take the mouse outside and wanted to end its suffereing.
X then procured a lighter from his pocket and handed it to me. I just hit the igniter on the lighter next to the mouse. The large mouse then erupted into a ball of fire and didn't move at first, but then ran as fast as it could. The reason why the mouse stoped running wasn't because it died, it was because its legs fell off because it was burnt that bad. My friend nudged it with his foot and it was still alive. X then goes and grabs his tennis racket and then bludgeons the mouse to death.
I know I should of felt bad at that time but I couldnt feel ANYTHING. No pain, no happiness, nothing. It was just an insignifigant rat, and I took its worthless life. I didn't feel good, but I didn't feel bad either. I had no emotions at all. From time to to we still buy mice and bottle rockets and have some "fun"
So, time to see a shrink or blow more mice up?
