Two days ago, Daniel and I were working in the yard. We are in the process of building a cob oven in front of the house of his parents, in which we plan to live. I was gathering rocks from a corner when I spotted a lagartijo (lizard), WHICH we proceeded to kill and feed to our gatitos (kitty-cats). On that day I felt excited and proud to feed our kittens. I thought that we were like their mama, gathering food for them, so they can be nourished. I liked how it seemed so natural to me, I liked that it was part of the process of life and food-chains and being.
Two days later, I feel some shame because my mind has had time to rub its hands on the experience and share its two cents. To shame me for taking the life of a creature, to shame me for feeling proud for taking the life of a creature. To me, it was a process. A process of giving and taking, of feeding our babies.
Oh the experience.
Alacranes count: 17!! (we are now putting our scorpions in a bottle of alcohol, and I am using the alacran soaked alcohol on my ant and mosquito bites– as well as lemons and garlic and aloe – we found the pre-existing bottle of alacrohol in the bedroom of Daniel’s abuelito– hooray!)
