Tonight I fed some of my ball pythons. This being an event I perform often.

I never enjoy feeding live prey, but for some reason tonight... it was a lot harder to do.

As I watched the mouse struggle, and then take it's last breath, I found myself apologizing to the animal. I pride myself a gentle man, and here I was condemning another creature to death.

The logic in me can justify this knowing I am keeping my animals healthy....but sometimes, the heart protests.

And it was quite a protest tonight.


...sorry for the downer post, sometimes typing things out helps.