You know I kill rodents for a living.
I know. Not sure I want to talk about it.
I had to kill two mice the other day.
The trap caught them alive. They were both trapped in the box until I got there.
Yeah?
So I flushed them, which is what I do when I catch live mice.
Yeah?
I noticed something very interesting as I watched them in the toilet bowl.
One of them struggled hard, swam as hard as he could, survived flush after flush after flush. He wouldn't go down.
hmm
The other one struggled for a while, but then... he gave up. He just went down with out much of fight. Like he was accepting death. Embracing death. Maybe even swimming toward it, welcoming the end of his life.
What made the difference? Why does one fight to survive and the other surrender to the end?
Did you ask? Did you ask them?
I was too busy drowning myself.
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