Hare-raising thoughts

Rabbits. Everywhere.

At night, as I walk back, they dart through the brush, the undergrowth, the lawn.

And I, as I look at them, all I think of is, 'Meat'. Which is profoundly disturbing, but I just can't shake it off.

See, thing is, my perception of this species changed since coming to the great Oz. Rabbits here are seen as pests, like we see crows, lizards, cockroaches. Okay, not cockroaches, perhaps I am exaggerating.

Rabbits are not native to Oz. When the Brits came here, with their cons, they brought livestock, and also game for hunting, including rabbits. Nature here was not adapted to rabbits, and their instinct for survival was far stronger and more competetive than those that are native here. So they started eating up the grass, and breeding, breeding, breeding, until the natives started to go extinct.

They even built the longest fence in the world, right across Australia, to prevent the rabbits reaching the other side, the great 'rabbit-proof fence'.

Hearing this, I have become angry at rabbits. I don't see them any longer as fluffy, cuddly, delicate little innocents. Their demure appearance somehow increased their apparent evil in my eyes, the way horror movies are scarier when evil is personified through a child.

I don't eat rabbit meat and never have. But I harbor intentions, and am perhaps committing thought-crime, even against my own beliefs. Beliefs that violence, or harm towards any creature is evil.

It is humans who made it all go out of whack in the first place, so why direct my meat-eating thoughts towards a rabbit? Perhaps, because also they breed too much, and I perhaps associate impurity with excessive sexuality.

Hmmmm. I need to have a think about this, actually.

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