My bro just described in explicit details about how he smashed a lizard leaving it flattened and bleeding from the mouth. I feel inexplicably more upset than I should be.
I keep picturing a creature, half dead, shuddering in pain, knowing it will die eventually. ARRGGHHH. How can I get emotionally worked up over a lizard?
The worse thing is it tried to escape. It kept fighting for a chance to survive. IT WANTS TO LIVE. And my idiotic bro had to smash it a few times. A scout is kind to all living things? Bullshit. Totally bad karma man.
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