Recently I read in a local paper a piece that made me think. The writer shared with us that on a recent night at 10 pm when she was letting the dogs out for one last time before they were to come in for the night she accidentally stepped on something that crunched. The crunch under her flip-flops sent pangs of horror though her. She turned on an outside light and saw that indeed she had crushed a snail. The author saw nearby a “baby” snail “just as big as a minute” and felt like she had “ruined a family.” She explains that with age she has gained a respect for life and that she has no business deciding when a life ends. She admits to having arachnophobia but explains that when she sees a spider she gets a cup and a piece of hard paper and relocates the spider outside the walls of her home.
Most of the time animal rights people take things a little too far. I object to the projection of human emotions on animals. I think that it is disrespectful to the animal and very manipulative. Maybe that mother snail was abusive in which case that baby was grateful for the loss of that parent. And instead of ruining a family the author had given the baby a bright future full of potential. Now it could grow up to be a snail doctor or snail lawyer.
Where does the author draw the line? I wonder when the author gets strep throat if she takes antibiotics. Bacteria are living. If she takes the antibiotics she has caused the cessation of a life.
We need to be respectful of all living things but we don’t need to hold a funeral when we kill an insect.
Why did I do this? Why did I take the photo of the “Octomom” (the lady who recently gave birth to octuplets) posted and watermarked by TMZ.com and remove the watermark and put hippie flowers and a peace sign on it? Why did I do this? I obviously had some soul searching to do.
I don’t hate on this lady. We are fellow mothers. I truly wish her and her kids well. A child is a blessing, and she has been blessed BIG time. What bothers me is the circus that was created by this extraordinary multi-birth event. If this had been a headline in the 60’s there would have been acceptance of her by the masses, not the ridicule and judgment that she endures today. Maybe I put the flowers on her belly because I long for the 60’s and universal love.
Hippies were all about love, and live and let live, and everyone is beautiful in their own way. The best part of the hippie movement was the flowers and love beads. Nothing brightened up a day more than handing a complete stranger a flower. The flower children accepted everyone as a brother or sister. If “Octomom” had delivered in the 60’s there would have been an outpouring of love. It was her misfortune to deliver during a time of “war and hate” instead of “peace and love.”
Now that I think about it I may have put the hippie flowers and peace sign on her because her pregnant belly reminds me of the VW bug I had in college, although my VW only had room for four.