So there's this tiny little field mouse writhing in pain, stuck to a glue trap in my Supervisor's office right now. He won't let me take it outside and try to free it.
If it were a spring trap, it would be quick.
If it were a live trap, it would be ok.
But glue traps suck.
The little animal just rips himself to pieces trying to break free, and then eventually dies of dehydration and starvation in a dumpster somewhere.
What the fuck kind of sadists are human beings?
I'm so distraught. It's RIGHT IN THE NEXT ROOM and I'm not allowed to help it.
I can't risk my job, I need to feed my family, and jobs are scarce.
I want to take a moment to honor that poor little mouse, and wish its soul well, but I feel like then I'm giving up on it already.
.......
So, now the janitor has taken the mouse away. I tried to talk him into letting it go out back, but to no avail. Instead, he just tied the bag tight, as to quicken the poor little creature's demise. Hopefully it will be very quick and sleepy.
Goodbye, little mouse.
I'm sorry that my fellow "superior" beings didn't find you important enough. And I'm sorry that my "superior" self couldn't figure out a way to save you without doing harm to myself.
What a waste we are as beings, we can't do anything when it really matters.
Civilization: I want OUT.