Sometimes I forget I’m vulnerable, that I have no brawling or martial arts skills, and that I’m not very strong, and yet… It’s in those times that other people find out I’m stronger and tougher than I seem. Tonight while I was taking a lovely walk through “my backyard” (it’s not really MY backyard but I consider it such because I live right next to a nature reserve), I confronted two young men who were shooting a paint gun at a muskrat. Even the lowliest of creatures in the nature reserve (in my eyes NO creatures are lowly here) are all protected by the city and local university. It is illegal to take anything out of the woods, but shooting at an innocent who is just swimming along the surface of the lake minding her own business is just down right cruel. I couldn’t stand by and observe, I stormed at these men with no concern for my safety, and screamed: “THIS IS A FUCKING NATURE RESERVE! DON’T HURT THE ANIMALS!”
If you can imagine for a moment… it’s just before dusk and I was relaxing on a rock hidden by trees. I was in the shadows taking a break in the middle of a walk. I sprained my ankle last week and needed to take a little rest before moving on. I am wearing black with just a splash of wine red in my hair. The leaves all around me are just turning red, so I’m blending in. As I sigh happily while I watch a large muskrat make her way across the water, inching close enough near me that I can see the whites of her eyes, something pops loudly from nearby. I hear ducks crying out, water splashes, muskrat dives back under the surface of the lake. I hear the laughter of idiots, two men whom I can’t see. Muskrat resurfaces, racing to get closer to the little island in the middle of the lake. Pops ring out again followed by a string of splashes in the water. The muskrat just barely misses getting hit. She lets out a little cry before diving back down into the depths. Before someone can try to shoot at her again, I run into the direction of the noise.