3.7.2017

a little while ago, a bee or wasp or something similar was moving around on the ground, its wings seemed absent but they probably just didn’t work, it would jerk, for a moment be on its back and then return to crawling, in pain, searching for who-knows-what, and i thought it might be best to step on it, take it out of its misery, for what i witnessed was no life for a bee, but i decided against it, in part because i didn’t want to interrupt the class with such a motion, and i also came to wonder if i could determine that the aberrant functioning was a demonstration of suffering, so i let it be. i looked a few moments ago. it had stopped moving.