How Cruel Is The Golden Rule?

so when you work for a provincial park, thats main job is a conservation area, you really arent supposed to kill things. not trees, not bugs, not anything.

but sometimes, mice interupt your special movie watching time at staffhouse with your co-workers. when this happens, when mice jump out from underneath your coach and disturb the tranquility of your night, you dont really think "hmm, maybe i shouldnt kill this". nope, instead, three of you jump up try and catch it.

whether you are using the top of a dvd spindle, a glass that is half filled with water, or a humus container, you will try like its your job to kill that jerk of a mouse. one will wait where it is expected to scurry out from under the sofa, one will try and scare it in that direction, and the other will wait and watch over all others, in case the bastard tries to pull a fast one on you. but sometimes the get away, its painfully, but it happens. it normally leaves you feeling like failure because you were outsmarted by a rodent the size of your big toes, but it does happen.

when it happens, i suggest nurf guns. its the only way to recover, plus, if you see it again, as we did, it is good to have such a weapon. because when it finally runs from under the coach to the tv stand, it is good it have things that you can shoot at it, to makes sure it runs out the other side, where you are waiting, ready to ambush with your cup.

when you finally do catch that mouse, you then need to decide what to do with it... this is where things to get tricky. you have many options. you can take it outside, set it free, but you can bet your first born that it will get back inside. you can give it to the person with the strongest stomach and have them kill it, however they see fit. or, you can listen to the person who is terrified of mice, who has been hiding out in the hallway for this whole ordeal, and flush it down the toilet.

did you know that mice can swim?

well they can, they can also jump. and this little mouse jumped and swam its way through three flushes. until it was bashed on the head and pushed down for the final time on the fourth flush.

after all this is said and done, you realize, you should have let it go outside, after all, you work for the MNR.