Then one day I saw a rat, a large, struggling to walk in my garden and clearly dying. Something is wrong with the animal. He had difficulty standing on his feet, trembling with strange formations around the mouth. Ahhh ... my heart sank! POISON ... Thus, intended result of my Home Depot campaign to clean my backyard from this infection. It really does not feel right and I still find it hard to explain that feeling.
I felt a wave of nausea climbing up my spine, and I can not help but remember ...
... those pictures of temples in India where they actually FEED rats with milk everyday, because war is a "partner" of the deity Ganesh, the elephant-headed son of Shiva and Parvati.
Imagine ... hundredth of rats running toward the house when the brass bell ringing, to take their places around this big round metal tray filled with milk and top with low enough to allow the rim rats just drink from it ...
I found myself thinking:
"If I do not kill the rat, because it is a living being and it feels wrong intentionally to kill a being that I'm not forced to kill you ... then why am I not feeding and it helps?"
We feed the birds. We feed our pets. And rats are not pets - are exempt in some temples in India. I could not explain why the ones in a satisfactory manner should stop killing rats and do not start feeding them.
solution - I hoped - will once again be provided by the very nature of
.Since I live in a wooded area, some night, all hell breaks loose in my yard and at least three or four different types of Night Prowlers (shrews, cats, raccoons, snakes, owls? and god knows what else) to go on as if there is no tomorrow. From their squeals and screams you know some heavy duty "cleaning" happens.
Some mornings I find feathers lying around, pieces of fur and other body parts of unknown origin, evidence of the merciless slaughter of the night before. Nevertheless, some morning, I find nothing at all.
So, the question unexpectedly began to shine in the back of my mind ...
(completed in Part 3)
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