Singing Mice

I’ve never understood the arrogance peculiar to certain people or cultures that 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 at a time, one tool expanding our limited sensory ability at a time.

However, we know so few, if any, absolutes about ourselves–individually or collectively–so little about existence, potential, unraveling, or our tangled-unconscious reactions and impulses, yet too many claim knowledge about other species’ limitations that can’t possibly be known, especially when we lack the sensory means of even observing what other species can or can not do.

Since we can’t fully inhabit another, we are left with our limited knowledge of ourselves and those we can most closely empathize with. The rest is often projection.

So who knew mice could sing? Not a squeak, but frequencies beyond human hearing that change to match other mice and woo the females. Imagine Elvis’ little hip grind if he’d been a Mus musculus. (More about singing mice)

(photo by TLB)

By Elizabeth

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