A Little Less Human


In our front yard is a ditch lined with rocks that funnel an underground water spring along the border of our property. Earlier today I was weed whacking in this area when I noticed movement in the tall grass. Immediately I realized it was a snake about three feet long and that the weed eater had tagged it, fortunately, before it tagged me. I asked my wife to bring me a rake and I used it to pick up the reptile to try to see the damage which had been done. I only nicked it and the snake soon began to let me know it wasn’t happy with me by showing it’s fangs, hissing and trying to get away.

Snakes aren’t bad. Even poisonous ones don’t know their harmful or deadly. My wife told me to kill it. Even a truck load of kids picking up trash on the side of the road yelled at me to end it’s life. I decided, however, to take it across the road and let it go.

My wife shook her head and said; “Must be the monk in you.” I smiled and replied; “Maybe, I just believe when we harm or kill another living thing we make ourselves a little less human.”




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Posted on April 18, 2015, in Contemplative and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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