||[Jul. 20th, 2006|11:11 am]
I was walking downstairs at work to give something to my boss, and I overheard a conversation going on in the lobby between the desk attendent (same guy that talked down to me) and someone else whose voice I didn't recognize. The person I didn't know was telling this story about how someone she knew came outside and saw this big black snake in her driveway, and called some male (which is another rage and a half) to come out and kill it, which he did, and threw it in the woods.
And oh, hahahaha, it's so funny, because he killed it! The sum of this snake's life was to become the punchline to this very amusing anecdote. Oh my fucking god. It just infuriates me that humans just have such a flippant attitude about the life and death of animals, and that we abuse our power over them to the extent that it becomes FUNNY when we KILL them?! That snake was not going to hurt anyone. If it was a black snake, it was NOT venomous, because the only venomous snakes in this area are the cottonmouth/water moccasin and possibly the copperhead, which are not black; I'm sure the snake in question was just a garter snake. I bet that driveway was just soooo nice and warm and felt really good to lay on, you know? So just because that snake chose the wrong place to bask that day it deserved to DIE?? That's die as in GONE FOREVER. That's die as in all that snake's attempts to stay alive this long are for nothing, because some person can't stand the idea of having a big nasty snake on their property!
I really cannot stand people. I really just hate them.