I was forced out of bed by a loud disturbance outside. Vee, the doggie pet of my landlords (and mine by proxy) had cornered a rodent by the rubbish bin. A run for it ended in one quick chomp that may not have equalled bloodletting but surely crushed something for death twitching began. I never reprimanded Vee, actually never even spoke to her the whole period, instead trying to play the role of observer. It’s interesting that Vee’s tail wagging ended and i caught a picture of her as she looked at me guiltily. She then stood motionless for almost a minute, trying to decide what i was going to do and how she should respond. Eventually, she gave into temptation, took her prize in her mouth and walked uncharacteristically slow away from me into the garden. Even from there, she kept a wary eye on me. But theft had no place for death was enough for my morning. And i was filled with metaphors of Man as animal.