I killed a mouse last night. Or, more accurately, I set up a trap filled with delicious peanut butter that, in turn, killed the mouse.
I’ve been thinking about it all day. It wasn’t very Buddhist of me, but I’m not Buddhist, so I’m not sure that matters. I wanted the little guy out of my home, because he was eating my favorite chips and he might’ve been carrying the Black Death. If I could’ve captured and released him peacefully outside, I would’ve – but the little bugger was quick on his tiny feet.
At the end of the day, all I know is that if I was rummaging around a strange room in search of a spoonful of Skippy’s, I’d be mighty upset if I met the end of my days just before that sweet, sweet peanut butter touched my lips.
What can I do to offset this karmatic unbalance? Plant a tree? Buy a box of Girl Scout Cookies? Help me out, Internet.