Poor little lizard

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I don't know why I seem to be very sensitive lately to animals' death, big or small. Yet I find it confounding that I still eat meat! This afternoon I was watching a replay of the Survivor: One World episode wherein the castaways saw a pig roaming near their camp and they thought they might chase it. No one could dare hit the animal with a stick, they were probably thinking of roasting it for dinner or something. But one of them said she couldn't dare kill that animal. Then just this evening, my sister called me to show me something that was stuck in the door hinge. It was a poor little lizard with its head cut off. My three-year-old niece accidentally slammed the door hard and the poor lizard resting in the door hinge got its head severed in the process. She didn't know a lizard was in there. It was a piteous sight really and secretly it did break my heart. I normally wouldn't bother in this kind of situation when I was younger. I also recall that I did encounter a beetle (I wrote a post about it last week) and even though it tried to stick to my t-shirt and to my foot the second attempt, I did not want to crush it using my feet so it would stop bothering me. Instead I shook my foot so it would land further. I am getting soft lately and it's scary.