i committed 3 murders already this morning.
and it’s not even high noon.
i have a deal with these creepy crawlies.
“just stay outside. out of my house. and i will leave you alone.”
it’s a one sided contract known only by me.
which brings with it a pang of guilt.
what kind of justice is that?
i like to think of myself as a person of peace.
but i murder these little innocent creatures at the drop of a shoe.
a hat wouldn’t work.
and they see you coming you know. with your shoe.
it’s worse when they try to hide or run away. when they do that and
i kill them anyway i sometimes get tears in my eyes. big tears.
i’m ashamed to take this tiny life that’s only trying to survive . . .
just like me.
just as we all are on this violent planet.
but . . . i don’t seem to feel bad enough to pick them up in a cup and
place them outside.
my brother does that and he doesn’t even use the cup.
well, except for scorpions.
no . . . i don’t feel that bad. that guilty.
how on earth do the people feel who actually take the life (or lives)
of another person?
i just can’t imagine.
maybe they see us as nothing but bugs.