I'm not looking to freak people out - eating rodents or bugs. I don't do that anymore.
With the exception of certain rodents, no other vertebrate except Homo sapiens habitually destroys members of his own species.
Things I am allergic to: people who believe in star signs and think nothing of starting a conversation with: 'Hi, my name's Lucy. I'm a Sagittarius;' rodents (apart from miniature hamsters, which are not in fact rodents but small, breathing, brown balls of cotton wool); and people who go to the gym.
Rodents are pests and not pets, and anything that manically runs around a wheel 24/7 and occasionally has 19 babies in the middle of the night should not be brought into the house.
I do not knowingly kill any living thing - including insects or rodents - and I thank my food for sustaining me.
I hate rodents. I cannot stand rodents. I couldn't even watch 'Ratatouille,' which is an animated film.
Rodents can come across as being quite vacant in the personality stakes.
I hate rodents. I mean, the House of Commons is completely infested. I will stand on a chair if I see one of the things.
Years ago, it was pretty hard to get people to empathize even a little bit with scaly, cold-blooded critters; now, thanks a lot to good PR from television, it is easier to get the message of reptile conservation and tolerance across. We have a lot to be thankful to reptiles for, not the least of which is their control of rodents.
Perhaps most important for nomads was the belief in the symbiosis that existed between wolf and humans on the steppe. Wolves were an integral part of keeping the balance of nature, ensuring that plagues of rabbits and rodents didn't break out, which in turn protected the all-important pasture for the nomads' herds.
