But now that I understand the full meaning of the word and the phrase, I can agree that ignorance can, in fact, be quite blissful.
I bring this up because today, the day after Patrick mowed our jungle of a lawn, I can now actually see more of the goings-on in our backyard. Specifically, the rat that keeps running between our neighbour's junk pile, across our property, and into our other neighbour's garden. Gross, gross, gross.
This paired with the fact that I saw a shadow dart along the ground in our furnace room the other day has turned me into a giant, jumpy, possibly (but probably not) paranoid freak.
Ugh. I'm not sure if I wish I didn't know, I just wish rat (and friends?) didn't exist in my bubble. One thing is clear: I sure as fuck won't be taking a 'vegan' approach to all this.
OMG, you're going to *eat* the rat?
Uh, no. But I won't be "humanely" trapping them only to release them into someone else'e neighbourhood either.