So yesterday I saw a pile of someones belongings outside pak ‘n’ save. It was a bunch of boxes, a german shepard, and three surf boards.
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So I was digging to day with a pick. A maddox I believe it is actually called. Has one of the pick ends flat like a shovel or axe. I was digging a hillside, digging it back about four feet. It is mostly rocks and dirt, with some bearshrub and roots running though it. I am next to the creek by the mine. I have been finding a few millipedes and since I don’t like them I put them in the creek and stick a rock over half of them so they can’t get out. I really don’t like them.
So I am picking along when I uncover a salamander. Now, I like salamanders but this one was rolling around alot. I thought it was because I may have hurt it when I moved some of the rocks. But it just kept spinning. I could see why, it was spinning too much. Then I saw what was making it spin, just past its neck, right at its collarbone, there was a hugh hole. Like its arm had been ripped off. But its arm was still there and I realized that I had hit it with the pick axe. Such sorrow and pity came over me that I quickly flipped the axe over and used the flat pick to put it out of its misery. I don’t tell you this to brag, I don’t tell you this to gross you out. I want to make clear the pain I felt by causing the salamander pain, the anger I felt after having to mercy kill it. The next millipede that I found I placed in the water and dropped a huge rock on it, killing it instanaly. Some how the millipede was reponsible for the pain the salamander suffered, and the pain that I suffered. I did find another salamader, unscathed, which I let swim in the creek. It was happy, and it made me happy.