retrospect of the making of a squirrel killer, interesting read... ...Unlike the child, who will wail when being beaten with a belt, the squirrel didn’t make a sound. It remained there, unmoving, staring at me with its black eyes. I stared back for about a minute. Looking into the eyes of the wounded squirrel was like looking into a couple of shiny black marbles. No pupils, irises, or sclera. They didn’t move or reveal a hint of emotion. Only the deep blackness and the shining glare on the surface. In retrospect I am certain I was looking into something beyond ancient, perhaps the collective unconscious, if you will, predating even the earliest life. I paused and, for a moment regained my cognitive faculties. What was I looking into? What was this primal darkness I detected staring into me? For a moment I was certain the squirrel was going to hypnotize me, control my actions, and force me to lie down so he could, with one quick bite, sever my jugular. Fortunately, or unfortunately, my animal instinct regained control and I struck the squirrel again with the belt, this time connecting with the top of his head. http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/Jungle/3014/
