A long time ago, I saw a program on tv...a sort of experiment. Sensors were put on a plant, then a leaf was cut off. The sensors went wild at the first cut. Actually, the sensors went off with the cutters were just touching the leaf before the cut but majorly went bonkers once the cut was done. The plant felt the pain. Or if not pain...the removal of one of its parts. It fascinated me.
I saw this when I was just a kid. It stayed with me for a very long time and still is. When I cut the lawn..I feel guilty.
Once when I was a kid, too, Ma took my sister and I out inthe country to get mushrooms. She taught us which ones were safe, which were poisonous. During one of those outtings, we split up in a huge field of grass and it was just after a rain. I stumbled across a skeleton of a dog...tied to a stake in the middle of that field, with a water bowl too far away for the dog to drink but close enough to drive it mad that it couldn't reach it. I think I was about 7 years old. That is the first time I had my epiphany of the cruelty of human beings to do that to an animal. That dog died, stretched out as far as that chain would go, and still could not reach the water bowl. In my young mind, I couldn't grasp WHY they did such a thing. To make it suffer like that.
That is when I began to not like people very much.