At the nature park, I decide to teach my four-year old a lesson in empathy. Animals have feelings too, I remind him. Don’t pull the cow’s tail. Don’t throw pebbles at the monkeys. Don’t stomp on the centipedes.
At night, back home, I pull out the electric racquet and do my daily dance of death. Mosquitoes collide and combust, making sharp buzzing sounds. In dying, they light up the dark. My son giggles at first, then frowns. “Why are you killing them, Papa?” he asks. “Do mosquitoes not have feelings?”
Time now to teach him a lesson in survival.
“I write to make sense of the world, and to find my place in it.” – the writer