Today i was weed whacking around my pond and as i was getting the outside of a muskrat den a bullfrog jumped out, hitting the weed whacker. This caused the frog to lose its front left leg. For awhile I thought of possible solutions. I could forget about it and let it suffer slowly til it dies. I could throw in the water, but it would drown due to a lack of a front leg. It seemed the most humane thing i could do was to grab a gun and shoot it in the head to kill it; which i did.
As i watched to make sure it was dead i thought back several years to when i had just received my first BB gun.
I would walk around the pond and pretend to stalk the frogs. When i would find one, i would proceed to aim at it and shoot it. I also did the same with birds.
The thing is, when i did these things, i thought nothing of it. Now i just killed a frog and it depresses the living hell out of me, the fact that i stole the life of another living thing.
Am i psychotic or have i indeed grown a little inside?
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