Friday, June 13, 2003
Perhaps I am a sissy. |12:53 AM| The other sad tale is mostly ridiculous. My family has been having issues at their house with spiders, so they set down glue traps in the garage to stop them. They succeeded in catching only a couple snakes and skinks. The sorts of creatures that would eat spiders. The poor bastards are too fragile to extract from the glue, and they were usually dead when my family found them. I got to my parents' place today, and found the garage door open. Inside were a pair of glue traps, one of which had two dead lizards on it. The other had a single, still living, still suffering skink, or possibly a gecko. I'm not sure, he was a beautiful, delicate white with red and black eyes. He seemed to not be totally trapped on the glue, and I tried, as gently as possible to extract him. Instead, it was tearing him up, hurting him terribly. I didn't know this, but those little lizards can chirp, and he made such a quiet, but clearly pain filled chirp I almost cried. My folks had told me how it was impossible to get them off there, and that he was as good as dead. The only human thing to do was hurry it up.
I found myself poised over the trap, with a shovel, tears were actually brimming in my eyes. I found myself actually muttering cliched promises, of apologies and "I'll make it quick". I was just stalling, I think.
When I finally did...When I finally did what needed to be done, it was messy. Christ. I didn't think it'd be that bad. I dropped the shovel, and turned to greet my folks who were coming outside at that moment.
As I turned, I stepped on the edge of the glue trap, dragging it along. My parents and I burst into hysterical, almost crying laughter, it was just so horrible. I had to pry it off my foot with a stick into a trashbag.
Christ. I still feel miserable about it, but it did have to be done. Poor bastard.
Perhaps I am a sissy. |12:53 AM| The other sad tale is mostly ridiculous. My family has been having issues at their house with spiders, so they set down glue traps in the garage to stop them. They succeeded in catching only a couple snakes and skinks. The sorts of creatures that would eat spiders. The poor bastards are too fragile to extract from the glue, and they were usually dead when my family found them. I got to my parents' place today, and found the garage door open. Inside were a pair of glue traps, one of which had two dead lizards on it. The other had a single, still living, still suffering skink, or possibly a gecko. I'm not sure, he was a beautiful, delicate white with red and black eyes. He seemed to not be totally trapped on the glue, and I tried, as gently as possible to extract him. Instead, it was tearing him up, hurting him terribly. I didn't know this, but those little lizards can chirp, and he made such a quiet, but clearly pain filled chirp I almost cried. My folks had told me how it was impossible to get them off there, and that he was as good as dead. The only human thing to do was hurry it up.
I found myself poised over the trap, with a shovel, tears were actually brimming in my eyes. I found myself actually muttering cliched promises, of apologies and "I'll make it quick". I was just stalling, I think.
When I finally did...When I finally did what needed to be done, it was messy. Christ. I didn't think it'd be that bad. I dropped the shovel, and turned to greet my folks who were coming outside at that moment.
As I turned, I stepped on the edge of the glue trap, dragging it along. My parents and I burst into hysterical, almost crying laughter, it was just so horrible. I had to pry it off my foot with a stick into a trashbag.
Christ. I still feel miserable about it, but it did have to be done. Poor bastard.
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