Singing Mice

Photo by TLB

I’ve never understood the arrogance when people or cultures denounce other species as lesser because homo sapiens “are the only ones who can make tools, speak, or have emotional bonds, consciousness, problem-solving skills, complex thoughts” and the like.

Most of these assumptions have already been debunked, albeit one species and/or one tool that expands our limited sensory ability at a time.

However, we know so few, if any, absolutes about ourselves–individually or collectively–whether about existence, potential, unconscious reactions and impulses, yet people make claims about other species’ limitations that we can’t possibly know, especially when we lack the sensory means that another species relies on.

For example, would you have assumed that mice sing? Not a squeak, but instead they sing in frequencies beyond human hearing and will change their tune to match other mice and woo females. Imagine Elvis’ hip grind if he’d been a Mus musculus

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By Elizabeth Oakley Weaver

Even as a kid I've said it doesn't matter if I live to be 150: this life will be the blink of an eye. Poet, author, visual artist, photographer, educator and lover of life (though still working on the hard parts like Covid, violence, inequity), I'm completing a memoir inspired by and largely about dogs and people.

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