I Dumped the World’s Tiniest Breakdancer

I live in a household where we (rather they) don’t kill living creatures whatever they may be. Not even aliens. Also not the obnoxious tiniest peepy, squeaky bug.

So I caught one on my curtains to prevent the Gremlin look-a-like from eating our 3 Persian cuties. And a rabbit. With lots of hair.

With a napkin I transported the leggy lurker to the trash can and dumped it safely there. I could have dropped him (or her or non-binary) outside in the garden or outside the window. But in case of the garden, it could have walked back into the house again and in case of the window it could have landed on some annoying kid’s head and could I have gotten some stupid lawsuit from a smartass parent.

I didn’t want that all. So my choice was just throw the thing in the bin. Done.

Is this considered killing an animal do you think? I don’t think so and I’m not going to inform my peaceful family with such information because before you know it you’ll (in this case me) be crawling (forced to crawl) in the garbage can to get the world’s tiniest breakdancer out again.

And that’s not really on my wishlist. So I’ll prefer that you not tell them please. Not even in sign language. Please. I do think the beast is gonna have an awesome time once travelled to the dumpster heaven. I really do. So end of story.