Few times in my life have i been cruel to animals, but when i was about 4 years old with family and friends at an outdoor Blues Festival in the Okanagan, i did a terrible thing. The Okanagan is hot and dry and laden with grasshoppers. Me and my little friends thought it would be fun to make grasshopper-kabobs, skewering them alive, and then placing the kabob in a plastic bag and pulling the stick out and watching them spazz about until they eventually died. It was disgusting. Lucky for my conscious, i saved a baby bird that had been bitten on by my cat a few months later. Its brains were coming out of the holes my cat's teeth had left in its skull. Regardless of that act of sainthood, my conscious has not been cleared. The first thing i thought of when i saw this beautiful illustration, was grasshopper-kabobs.

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FericFor the record, i now hold a deep respect and love for animals (and insects), and prefer vegetarian food.
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do you remember when we went slug hunting with a big box of table salt and rubber boots? turning over rocks under the shady deck?
ReplyDeletei think that is why they haunt me now. i don't remember the the kabobs though. was i there? and are you sure it wasn't in lac la hash?
It definitely could have been lac la hash... and i think you were there, but you would have been like 3 yrs old, tops.
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