why do we get to decide if others lives are less important than ours?
this question exploded in my head as i watched him take the little mice from the crates and sedated them, as he secured these little ones on a hook with their teeth, and shot a metal rod at them to create head trauma.
they were so scared, when his hands reached into the crate, they ran around, but could not escape anywhere. he held them and flipped them and sedated them. after a few minutes, they were just lying there, helpless.
as the pressured gun shot at their little heads, a part of me was gone. i desperately watched their body for signs of life, their belly moved as they took short breaths, i could not do anything to stop him, but could only put them back into the crates and hope that they don't die.
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i know i really shouldn't be this emotional. but they are living things just like we are.
being a science major, a student going into medicine, i can understand that doing this can help us understand how to treat head-trauma, or how the body, the nervous system deals with a trauma as such, but i still feel awful.
why do we get to decide that our lives are so much more important than these animals? we decided that they should sacrafice for our well-being. when do we do anything good to them? what gives us the right to decide that we can take puppies and kitties for pets, but these mice just get to be the tools for scientific research, used and killed?
one day these data maybe will help us treat many more head-trauma patients, but this is at the cost of all these mice.
it's interesting, because human tend to value their own lives more than others, even within the same species. at one point, they thought people of another color were inferior too.
only thing i can tell myself now is that end justifies the means? these little ones' suffering and death will be worth it.
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on a completely different note, colleen leaves today to europe! hope she has a blast! i miss her.