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Marshchild
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I think you’ve definitely raised some valid points there. Interestingly, my username comes from that of an alien creature (basically, a baby swamp monster) that appeared in a Doctor Who story (one of the old Tom Baker ones), and which almost ended up becoming a victim of vivisection itself. Due to its innocent childish curiosity taking it someplace it really should not have gone - on board a spaceship - it ended up being captured by humans, who, callous to its obvious terror of them (and despite the Doctor’s efforts to get them to leave it alone), handed it over to their chief scientist for examination. He decided that the best thing to do with it would be cut its head open and dissect its brain while it was fully conscious, all in the name of science! At the last minute, however, it managed to break free of its restraints, throttle the aforementioned creep of a scientist (whose methods would have surely made Joseph Mengele proud), and then trash his laboratory, its rampage only ending when it foolishly drove its fist through a video screen and electrocuted itself. Truly, its suffering was the most heartrending thing I’d ever seen on that show, and, even now, it still bothers me to think about it.I think we somehow justify or rationalize killing and even the way humans treat creatures. I know someone who insists that animals don’t feel pain, and since they are “dumb” and “stupid” that somehow makes it ok.
She says things like “turkeys are so dumb they don’t know when to come in from the rain.”
And “squirrels are too stupid to get out of the road, they deserve to die.”
I watched a video once with lab animals being tortured in experiments. If they don’t feel pain, why would they scream and try to get away? These people nailed a guinea pig to a board and then tried different “pain killer” medicines on it. Hunh?
Now they are proving that animal “intelligence” is just not measured the same way human intelligence is.
When I used to ride horses, the teacher told us horses are stupid and don’t feel pain. Now I know he said that to justify hitting them. He would whip them mercilessly, saying their flesh us so tough they can’t feel it. I asked him why they twitched when flies landed on them, and he thought I was stupid.
Later I read that doctors believed mental patients felt no pain. People will say anything to rationalize their behavior toward helpless or weak people and animals.
I had pet mice as a kid, and the babies, called “pups” really do cry and squeak when they’re hungry. It was fascinating to me, because they have all the same organs we do, only teeny tiny. Mice are the smallest mammal.
I think they’re awesome. Actually, I think their Creator is awesome.
I hope I don’t get in trouble for moving this topic up a notch. Or more…
Anyway, moving onto the original topic of this thread, I have to admit that since studying invertebrate zoology as part of a (sadly failed) attempt to get a Science Degree at university many years ago now, I’ve developed a lot more respect for insects and other “creepy-crawlies”, and there are very few kinds of these creatures that I’ll kill nowadays. Flies, mosquitoes and cockroaches are probably the only insects I’ll still kill on sight, mainly because they spread disease*, and (in the case of the first two) can be really, really irritating. Even there, though, I’ll still endeavour to despatch them as humanely as possible: usually by spraying them and then squashing them. With other insects and similar creatures I find inside, I’ll trap and release them, or, if they’re not too numerous, just let them be (really, most of them don’t bother me at all). One type of insect for which I’ll make a partial exception is ants, which I’ll leave alone (to the point of going out of my way to step over trails of them), unless I see them swarming all over some other poor insect that’s still alive; in that case, I’ll “euthanize” their prey by stepping on it (I’ve put a lot of bees out of their misery by doing that), invariably killing quite a few of the ants in the process as well (serves them right!). I’ll also kill redback spiders (basically, the Australian version of the black widow), if they’re getting too numerous: again by employing the “spray and stomp” method. The last time I did this, though, I felt really lousy because insect sprays really do do horrible things to the things you use them on. (They kill in much the same way that nerve gases do: by destroying an enzyme which degrades the neurotransmitter that causes nerve cells to fire, thereby causing said nerve cells (or, more accurately, the synapses between them) to become permanently “switched on”. That’s why, for example, flies buzz around like crazy when you spray them.)
*For this reason, I’d have no qualms about killing things like fleas either. Hey, I’m not going to show any mercy to something that caused the Black Death!