First Kill

I came home from work today to find a dead chipmunk in front of the t.v. with a long cut across its stomach. Eliot's first kill, at least as far as I know. And I can't tell if it was the chipmunk that was under the refrigerator, or it that chipmunk's still under there and this was a fresh victim from outside. They all tend to look alike to me.

I gave it a nice little burial out in the garden.

At the zendo tonight, we did not read a chapter from Zuimonki, but instead we talked about the New Yorker article and the possible relationship between mirror neurons and the arising of consciousness. Quite the lively discussion ensued.