The two-year old squats down and with diligent intensity and small, precise fingers, picks up a woodlouse that had been under some debris - now moved - and is hurrying to find somewhere else that's damp and dark and edible .
The child brings the little creature closer to his face for a better look, and then with careful deliberation squeezes his fingers tighter, observing how the pressure creates a kind of crusty pulp which he then shakes off, and gone, that moment`s curiosity.
And gone an inconsequential life - though not inconsequential to
the woodlouse that possessed it.
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