What is the value of human life?
"I would rather one random man die than a poor little mouse." My co-worker explained her flowing tears and frantic running about the room after finding a "baby" mouse with broken leg struggling on a glue trap in the group room.
Just days before she had cursed the mouse who left it's droppings and ate group snacks.
This same mouse that could drive an otherwise opinionatedly strong woman to stand on a chair screaming and flailing her arms as the preschoolers looked on calmly.
Two of us stood there watching - me with bare toes a few feet from the whiskered one.
And three screamed, climbed on furniture, and otherwise convinced the six children that the world was ending.
- I just found the whole situation odd. That's all.
Overwhelmingly odd. -
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