I'm a Wimp

Three pieces of evidence that I'm a super wimp (or my writer's imagination needs to be reined in):

Don't be surprised if I announce next week that I've become a vegetarian. I love meat - the dishes, the flavor, and the undeniable protein that it gives you. But, if I think about where it comes from for even a second, my appetite is ruined.

Yesterday, my son got a little lizard as a pet, and he's feeding it beetles. All I can think about is how painful it is for the beetle to be eaten, and how my son's friend caught the lizard in his yard for my son, and how the lizard probably had a family who is missing him and whom he's missing.

Then, I took my son's friend home and we saw a groundhog slipping into a hole in his neighbor's yard. He said that the owner offered to pay him to shoot the groundhogs since their horses are stepping in the holes. So, I started thinking about the groundhog families under the ground and how that will be a nightmare for them as their loved ones are shot for peaking their heads above ground.

Is this not all ridiculous? Do you ever waste your time empathizing with creatures smaller than your pinky finger?