Luca Likes Mice

Luca likes mice.



I fed my snake tonight. It isn't pretty. He sees the mousey and he pulls his head back into the position that I have so learned to fear when he isn't enclosed in his cage because, I know that the vicious fangs that he hides in that little head of his are about to come out and cause some serious damage to the first thing that they came in contact with. This is when I start to get really nervous because, I know that I have to release that mouse at exactly the right time or else my hand my end up in the tank with the poor rodent.

Then Luca wraps his thin head constrictively around the mouses fat body and little streams of crimson fall down the fur, staining it, and pool at the indention of the bin. Luca curls tighter and tighter. It makes me sad. I can see the little rat's glass black eyes and I wonder what it felt like to die.

Luca flexes his mouth, over and over, Pulling his head towards the bottom of mousey. When he gets in the right position, he finally begins to engulf it. Bit by bit, he stretches and pulls the mouse down his throat until finally all Mr. Mousey is, is a lump in Luca's body. The only sign of his previous existance is the crimson pool.



Luca likes mice.



I know that was a bit gross but, the whole time, I am wondering what kind of life that poor mouse lived. He was born in a litter of probably, like, a dozen and he lived his whole life unspecial in a tub or tank of sorts housing hundreds of little rodents identical to him until the fateful day when he is plucked, killed and stuck in a freezer next to his brothers.



Luca likes mice.



Are we like mice?



Every kid is stuck in a school with hundred of "unique" kids just like him or her. And then, when they are done they get frozen and packaged. Ok, not really but, the most of us after school, go to the real world where they are like the frozen, they work jobs that they don't want and have to deal with the same stresses every day. They are practically packaged!



Luca likes mice.



I don't want to be like that. I want something different. I just don't know what yet...

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