cimorene

kk got to witness a cat in possession of a dead mouse tonight, which reminded me that i saw that gorgeous fox today. it was trotting along on the paved pathway, between a few groups of students, just a few yards from me; then it cut away across the grass. it had a squirrel in its mouth. now, i don't really like squirrels, yet they're sort of cute. so generally, seeing them dead bothers me more from the "aw, it WAS cute" factor than from the "um, gore, no" factor. didn't bother me, though; the fox is so, so beautiful, infinitely more so than a squirrel, and after all, there wasn't any gore, just a sort of gray tail dangling out of the corner of its mouth. i want the fox to be happy. it's not like the squirrel is sentient.

my squick barriers are dropping right and left. what's up with that? were they, like, artificial to begin with? ok, well, if so, THAT'S a bit disturbing. and good riddance to them.