You know. Some of my fondest memories as a child were on days when my dad would let me stay home from school and we’d go fishing. I loved the outdoors, but I was too young to truly understand why if you carry it in you carry it out. I was too young to appreciate the time he and my grandparents took to teach me edible native plants.

Then I became a teenager and even an adult, and I was too busy. I didn’t go outside like I should have. I didn’t care.

Now I’m old, and I’m starting to do those things I loved as a kid. I’m starting to hunt and fish again. But even in my short time on earth the changes I’ve noticed are crazy. Especially in regards to insects that I don’t see anymore.

Every time one of these murders happens I watch the video. I do it because I feel a responsibility to witness the actions. That way when someone tries to lie to me later and tell me it didn’t happen, or it is excused because the victim did this I can say with a clear conscience that they are wrong.

But, I don’t know how many more men I can watch die while calling out for their mothers.