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logicbutton) wrote2008-10-08 06:43 pm
logicbutton) wrote2008-10-08 06:43 pm
I'm a terrible person
I try to keep my kitchen clean, I mean, I wipe up spills and crumbs and don't leave dishes lying around. But the SECOND I put a pot in the sink to soak, out they come. The tiny little bugs. Flying around the sink, around my head, everywhere.
The bugs in my kitchen have turned me into a bloodthirsty murderer.
Usually when I see a spider or an ant indoors (haven't seen one of those in my apartment yet, actually), I talk to it before I kill it. I'm all, "I'm really sorry, and I know it's getting colder out, but you shouldn't be here, so I'm going to have to kill you." And then when I get it with a kleenex, I try to do it as quickly as possible so that it won't be too scared or feel any pain. When it doesn't die right away, I get really upset, because I don't like to be hurt, and I don't wish that on other creatures either, you know?
UNTIL NOW. No matter how many of the damn things I kill, there are always more of them, and I don't know where they're coming from. They always leave whenever I get the kitchen all cleaned up, and I don't know where they go, either. The obvious solution is to keep the kitchen spic-and-span all the time, but that's just not feasible, and they shouldn't be here in the first place, and since they fly they're pretty much impossible to get rid of without killing. One time I killed, like, five in a row. I didn't even stop in between to wash my hands. It was so gross. The other day I killed two, and I actually laughed maniacally. I'm not kidding. It felt great. Afterwards, though, I was kind of disturbed. I don't even really care whether they're completely dead anymore. Realizing that kind of scared me, like, what if I don't care whether the next ant I find is writhing in pain while I get another piece of toilet paper to smash it with a second time? I really hope it's different for bigger bugs.
Spiders eat these things, though, don't they? Let me tell you, I am never killing a spider again.
The bugs in my kitchen have turned me into a bloodthirsty murderer.
Usually when I see a spider or an ant indoors (haven't seen one of those in my apartment yet, actually), I talk to it before I kill it. I'm all, "I'm really sorry, and I know it's getting colder out, but you shouldn't be here, so I'm going to have to kill you." And then when I get it with a kleenex, I try to do it as quickly as possible so that it won't be too scared or feel any pain. When it doesn't die right away, I get really upset, because I don't like to be hurt, and I don't wish that on other creatures either, you know?
UNTIL NOW. No matter how many of the damn things I kill, there are always more of them, and I don't know where they're coming from. They always leave whenever I get the kitchen all cleaned up, and I don't know where they go, either. The obvious solution is to keep the kitchen spic-and-span all the time, but that's just not feasible, and they shouldn't be here in the first place, and since they fly they're pretty much impossible to get rid of without killing. One time I killed, like, five in a row. I didn't even stop in between to wash my hands. It was so gross. The other day I killed two, and I actually laughed maniacally. I'm not kidding. It felt great. Afterwards, though, I was kind of disturbed. I don't even really care whether they're completely dead anymore. Realizing that kind of scared me, like, what if I don't care whether the next ant I find is writhing in pain while I get another piece of toilet paper to smash it with a second time? I really hope it's different for bigger bugs.
Spiders eat these things, though, don't they? Let me tell you, I am never killing a spider again.