Death bites
Ok, so I have experienced too much death in the past few days. One, bye the first floor of Webster near the laundry room I found a little field mouse ate poison from a trap and I couldn't do a thing to save it. It was losing all of its motor skills, it could even runaway, I mean it tried, but it would just plop over and I felt sad and I cried, seriously it was one of the most saddest scenes I had ever encountered, this little mouse was helpless and fighting for life and all it could do was sit there and wait till death. So later I came back down after it was dead wrapped in in a paper towel and placed it in the bushes, I would feel bad throwing it in the trash. Also today after lunch by the Segundo DC we found a little bird that was so cute, it was a really pretty yellow with green and I am guessing it flew into the window, because it looked as if it had a broken wing, so I being the pathetic animal lover that I am, picked it up off the ground and my co-workers wante dto take it to the vet, but I was like what is a vet gonna do say oh thank you I'm gonna throw it away now.So we brought it to the Thoreau desk and named it Betty, then we decided to take her to the vet, but on the way she passed out in her little box, so we stopped and decided to put the little bird in a bush so she could at least die in a pretty place and not in a nasty trash can that the vet would put her in. I cried.....I know I am a dork. but I called Jeff for some emotional support he got all worried that it was something really big, I mean it was to me, but he's was like you are too cute, but you called me during shopping time to tell me. I was sad. I am a sappy fool. Ok thats my rant on my poor animals, I just hope that my fishy Bubba Gump doesn't die. :-(