The other day, while shopping at a big box store, I strolled past
an entire gondola filled with poison.
Stuff for killing ants. Stuff for
killing wasps. Stuff for killing grass. Stuff for killing broad-leafed plants. Stuff for killing mice and rats. Stuff to kill everything in water.
An entire aisle for killing.
I actually stopped midway down the aisle of poison, and watched a smartly
dressed young woman study a few labels some bottles. A small boy of five or six stood there with her,
clasping her hand.
Is this, I wondered, what our future looks like?
—Mitchell Hegman
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