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Three weeks ago i hit a squirrel while biking to work. Maybe it hit me, i'm not sure. I turned a corner in a park, the landscaping prevented me from seeing the two squirrels, one ran away up a tree, one started running away, switched back and hit my wheel. I stopped, went back looking for a body, but both were in the tree, loudly complaining to me. The birds quickly carried the news down my path to work and all the other animals i normally say hi to stayed away, even the groundhog that just moved into the new place down by the bridge.

Tonight, on my way home from my mother's, i narrowly missed stepping on a little lost field mouse. It didn't move out of the way, stood in the driveway as if it were paralyzed. I gently bumped it with my foot and it jumped forward a bit. Thinking it was either sick, outcast or poisoned, i fetched the closest container (an old film tank, does anyone remember those?) and placed the mouse inside, along with some food.

An hour later the mouse was dead.





Didn't feel right just dumping the mouse out, so i weaved it a funeral basket out of a paper bag, added some food to help it on the way, and buried it in my mom's back yard.

Insert here some meaningful comment about how we live, how we die, and who notices and cares.