Sunday, November 16, 2008

For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.

Romans chapter 8 verse 22.

Last night I had to have a talk with my tenderhearted, animal loving daughter about that verse and her current perspective. Our cats have been clearing the house of mice fairly effectively and last night they caught another one. This time though Rene intercepted the cat and took the still breathing mouse and almost lost it. The poor little guy was missing a tail and had several puncture wounds and was just laying there breathing in her hand when she came weeping to me. I took the mouse and disposed of it and made her wash her hands but had trouble getting her to calm down. I guess her real issue wasn't that the mouse would die, but that it was suffering... I decided not to mention to her that had she not taken it from the cat, it would likely be dead by now and that she probably extended its pain by 'rescuing' it. I waited until this morning to have the Lion King talk with her about how animals eat other animals and that is just the way it is, however I left out the circle of life BS and explained how the world is under the curse of Sin (using Rom 8:22 as my primary verse) and until Christ comes back this problem will persist and she needs to find a way to cope with it. She took it well and hopefully the next time we find a mouse it will not be 'mostly' dead but fully expired.

Oh and I found the tail... it was right next to the coffee machine on the counter. I should have named the tabby Vito Corleone! Actually since I am the one who put the hit out on the mice, I am the godfather.

6 comments:

The Unabashed Blogger said...

I don't owe you any favors do I?

The Irascible Neufonzola said...

No, no, its pining...its pining for the fjords!

I'm sure there is a cross-dimensional Python/Norway/Slartibartfast reference in there somewhere but I lack the skill required to pull it off.

Gina said...

Way to break it down, Pensive. Our son has a friend that claimed he wasn't going to eat meat because Eragon doesn't in the books. Then he shared this verse with him that he found during his morning reading, Gen 9:3 Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things. His friend then conceded.

The Angry Coder said...

What kind of organization are you running where you send cats to do your dirty work? Maybe illegally importing casu marzu? Ick :X

Percussivity said...

Import?? I could just run the operation out of the back of my car!

The Irascible Neufonzola said...

"Casu marzu is considered toxic when the maggots in the cheese have died. Because of this, only cheese in which the maggots are still alive is eaten. When the cheese has fermented enough, it is cut into thin strips and spread on moistened Sardinian flatbread (pane carasau), to be served with a strong red wine. Casu marzu is believed to be an aphrodisiac by local Sardinians. Because the larvae in the cheese can launch themselves for distances up to 15 centimetres (6 in) when disturbed, diners hold their hands above the sandwich to prevent the maggots from leaping into their eyes. Those who do not wish to eat live maggots place the cheese in a sealed paper bag. The maggots, starved for oxygen, writhe and jump in the bag, creating a "pitter-patter" sound. When the sounds subside, the maggots are dead and the cheese can be eaten."

Nothing I enjoy more than dodging leaping maggots intent on burying themselves into my eye sockets when enjoying a nice bit of fine fromage. Note that they point out that it is served with a "strong" wine. Somehow I think that might be how this horrific custom got its start: "nahhh, nahhh Giuseppe, dish cheesh ish FINE, nofing wrong wif it at ALLLLLL [thunk]"

I have no idea how to, in written word, approximate a drunk Sardinian. In spoken word either for that matter.