My longstanding feud with the wildlife in my backyard took an odd turn this summer.
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Typically, the feud involves me trying to discourage the deer from eating my hostas and flowers. But this season, my husband sprayed deer repellent earlier than usual, and it actually worked. Feeling a little overconfident in my amateur gardening skills, I decided to plant a variety of seeds and flowers.
It didn’t take very long for the rodents to discover this buffet.
I’m sure the squirrels had something to do with the dirt flung out of the pots. But the holes burrowed in the ground, the uprooted bulbs and the chewed-up plants looked to be work of chipmunks.
A family of them have lived under our patio for as long as I can remember; I’ve spotted them furtively darting about the flower beds, plotting a crime spree. In the past, I’ve accepted this as part of the deal of having a backyard. This time, I was incensed by their brazen destruction. I began thinking about the ethics of getting rid of the chipmunks -- for good.
Would it be morally permissible to kill a sentient, living being simply for the sake of a flower garden? I was deeply conflicted about the idea. On one hand, the chipmunks have a well-established pattern of ruinous behavior on our property. On the other hand, I’m not growing crops to feed my family.
I talked to several close friends, and got just as many opinions. I thought about writing to The New York Times' Ethicist or asking our imam.
Weeks passed as I mulled this moral dilemma.
One recent morning, when I took Frankie outside to take care of his business, we both noticed a small brown animal moving in the grass. My dog's dreams of catching prey seemed about to come true. But I could not bear to witness a chipmunk murder before my eyes.
As Frankie raced toward the animal, I hollered "Leave it!" at the top of my lungs. Surprisingly, he listened -- not a skill he is usually known for. He sniffed near the chipmunk and raced back toward me.
The intensity of my emotions around the prospect of this rodent’s demise startled me. Seeing something die in front of you is a different experience than calling an exterminator -- even though the result is the same.
It made me think about how many gruesome acts we might support from a distance, but recoil from if witnessed up close. How many of us would eat meat if we had to slaughter the animals ourselves? How many of us would kill other human beings in a war?
Philosophers, psychologists and neuroscientists have debated the role emotions play in forming our values. Moral emotions -- the feelings and intuitions that play a major role in most of our ethical decision-making -- may come from cultural conditioning or even an innate, evolutionary instinct. Empathy and compassion are important moral emotions that we teach our children in the hopes that they become caring members of society.
Of course, we all value different things.
This comes into sharp focus every four years and plays out in 30-second morality plays on our screens. This time around, one of the signature election-year proposals is mass deportations. Former President Donald Trump is promising to round up and deport immigrants who are here illegally, which would mean expelling around 11 million people from America.
Among his supporters, I bet there are those who gleefully cheer for this kind of mass expulsion. Others might not support it, but are unbothered by the rhetoric because they believe it’s an impossible plan -- one that would collapse too many vital industries and would never happen for logistical or legal reasons.
There’s probably also a fair number who support the idea theoretically, but if they had to personally wrench an immigrant mother away from her American-born children, they might balk at it.
If you had to look a person in the eye -- someone who may have been your neighbor for years, might clean your home or do your church’s lawn work or have repaired your roof -- could you kick them out of their home and banish them from their family? Could you do it to millions of people who have done nothing but work, pay taxes and try to live decent lives here?
In short, could you knowingly bring on the suffering of someone in your own backyard?
I decided to pay attention to my instinctive reaction to protect the chipmunk in my yard.
It’s not as complicated as I once thought.