Shiver . . . yucky!
This morning I had to take a dead sparrow out of my LIVE animal trap. Me . . . who hates to kill anything, by trying to “humanely” trap our pesky ground squirrel and give him a free ride to the desert, caused the death of a beautiful little sparrow. He probably beat himself to death trying to get free. Guilt. Remorse. Sicky, sad.
What kind of penance should I do?