Friday, November 21, 2008

Now it can be told

I killed one of Em's mice. One of Those Damn Mice. I feel so guilty.

I was not the actual instrument of death, but a moment's inattention allowed Grey Cat to sneak in and cause grievous bodily harm.

I remember reading the torture scenes (i can't remember if it was in Fahrenheit 451 or Animal Farm, or maybe some other book entirely) where the man kept getting killed and revived and then killed again, in a new and horrible way.

Somewhere in my heart i believe that all life has the same value. I'm not saying that all life has the same complexity, but i don't believe in killing just for the sake of it. (Yes, i eat meat. But being eaten as meat has purpose and meaning.)

I keep thinking that someday, when i die, i will be killed in all the ways that i have wantonly killed. I'll be squished with a rolled up newspaper, stepped on by a giant shoe, flushed down a toilet, ground up in a garbage disposal, sucked up into a vacuum cleaner and lastly, i will have my spine snapped by a giant feline, be stuffed into a plastic bag to suffocate, and placed in a freezer.

Later, after i am a frozen corpse, my body will be placed in the trash.



I had to wait until today to tell Em, as yesterday was her birthday. Happy Birthday sweetie, i love you, and i am SO sorry about Elizabeth. But no, we are not getting another one to keep Rain company.

29 comments:

Sober Briquette said...

I might be feeling a little frightened of you, as I was just catching up at another blog where you were suggesting the dispensing of poison quite a lot.

You don't sugar coat it for the kid any, either, do you?

Clowncar said...

What poor life-form did you stuff into a garbage disposal and grind to death?

Or would I rather not know?

Brad said...

In my mind this would be grey cats bad karma, not yours. We all gotta go sometime.

meno said...

de, BWAH HA HA HA! I already told the kid about it. She's 18 after all.

clowncar, SPIDER! It was in the sink.

brad, Grey Cat was only doing what cats do, i was the one in whos care (supposedly) the mouse was. Grey Cat would not have had access had i been more attentive.

flutter said...

remind me to never eat sausage at your house.

The Real Mother Hen said...

Oh gosh, I can't stand mouse, so one less living in this world is a great news worth celebrating.

You know something, I've always thought that I would die in a plane crash. You know, at some 500,000 ft and boom, that's it, I fly like a bird in an instant. So no, I don't wear good knickers because I won't get the chance to be in hospital and show the doctors how pretty my knickers are.

Mignon said...

In the middle of the night, usually at 3:30, I wake up and stare at the ceiling imagining the horrible ways in which I would be unable to save my children (last night it was a giant meteor crashing into the earth). Now I can add giant feline, giant garbage disposal, and giant rolled up newspaper. Thank you for adding some levity to my middle-of-the-night irrational thinking.

Princess in Galoshes said...

Aw, Meno. That sucks. I know that feeling. My good friend moved away in high school and left me her fish. I hated fish. But they were hers, so I tried to take care of them. And felt terrible when they died.

luckyzmom said...

Or forgotten on a wide window sill behind a curtain, resulting in death by starvation. I am sorry for Em's loss.

And, a belated Happy Birthday to she also.

patches said...

Yes, i eat meat. But being eaten as meat has purpose and meaning.

Nine out of ten adolescent boys can't wrong, can they?

patches said...

You're going to come after me with a rolled up newspaper now, aren't you?

meno said...

flutter, coward!

mother hen, But they were so CUTE! Wearing knickers is overrated.

mignon, glad to help you develop new disaster scenarios!

princess, oh, so sad. And they can't speak to tell you what's wrong.

luckyzmom, oh. That's one i haven't done. I'm sorry.

patches, *rolling up newspaper now, but can't because i'm laughing*

lu said...

I think you should pitch your afterlife to some producers--I'm thining you could call the Movie, "Killing Karma"

The End of Motherhood? said...

You have mice and a cat in the same house? What's up with that?

Cheesy said...

Well crappo...

But happy birfday to Em!

Scott from Oregon said...

Eeek!

TTQ said...

Oh crap I'm going to die by being stuck between the glass and the screen of a window and be baked to death by the hot Florida sun.

Oh double crap, you have just released a stream of forgotten dead things.

meno said...

lu, next it will be a TV reality series.

end of motherhood, it was in a moment of weakness over two years ago that i gave in to a friend who wanted to give Em some mice and a pair of pleading blue eye. I knew better.

cheesy, sigh, i know, crap indeed.

scott, get off that chair, the mouse is gone now.

ttq, it's pretty creepy to think of isn't it?

Andrea Frazer - Pass the Zoloft said...

I will be killed by a fly swatter or Crocs that slam into my pee sized brain.

TTQ said...

The creepy part was staring at this lizard in the window a foot away from me for over a week before cracking the window and watching him fall to the ground.

In all fairness I gave him two days to play possum, then the cat seemed to enjoy pawing at the glass lazily like she was still savoring a kill....

QT said...

SAD! yeah, definitely not news you want to deliver on anyone's bday, thats for sure.

Happy Birthday Em! How is she liking these 25 degree nights we've been having out here? HA!

Vanessa said...

Sorry to hear about the unfortunate incident. Close the cage up tight to protect little Rain.

Vanessa said...

Also, what happened to the other post from I Anonymous?

meno said...

hi andrea! Long time no hear. I will also have my belly slit open after being hooked through the lip and thrust into an environment where i can't breathe.

ttq, those cats have a LOT to answer for.

qt, ha ha. She's here now visiting for T-Day. She called us wimps for complaining that it was cold here.

vanessa, we have to shut the cage in a room, as the cats have learned to open the cage. I took down that post and decided to do it as a link. I didn't want The Stranger to get mad at me.

fiwa said...

I think along those same lines. I've started scooping the spiders up and relocating them to a convenient bush in the garden.

sari said...

I think that way of death is in a Neil Gaiman short story...I'm pretty sure.

And happy birthday to Em!

Diane Mandy said...

Awwww, Poor Elizabeth!

heartinsanfrancisco said...

Helluva birthday gift.

Maybe Em will blame herself. If she hadn't gone off to college...

Tink said...

That was in "Hitchhikers Guide To The Universe". The poor guy kept coming back (as a crab, a bat, etc) and getting killed by the main character soon after.