Bug Stomp
Did I ever tell you I hate squashing bugs, no, it's not because I'm squeamish or (at least not normally) but I think it's really unfair to the bug. I would much rather just pick the poor little guy up and move him to the garage, or if it's warm out, to the yard. Spiders are great because they eat the bugs and then I don't have to worry about them... yeah, see it's Ok if someone else kills the bug, as long as I don't have too...
I went to church this morning and like normal I got up late, threw on my clothes and shoes and ran out the door. My shoe was a little uncomfortable because I had a rock in my shoe, but again I was in a hurry so I figured I'd live with it for now. I get to church, hang out for a bit, then cruise to work, getting in late unfortunately... They get pretty miffed if I'm late. So I get to work and it's then I remember the rock in my shoe... I take off my shoe and shake, and nothing comes out but this tiny strip of black plastic. I put my shoe back on... Nope the rock is still there... I take my shoe off again, knowing exactly where the rock was and reach in and try to find it, nothing... As I start to put my shoe back on I see something on the end of my sock... Ick... a beetle... That poor little guy has been stuck in my none to friendly smelling shoes all day long... and Ick.. I've a bug in my shoe with my foot for the past 2 hours... double Ick. Now I feel squeamish, and the poor little bug is still alive... the little black strip of plastic turned out to be part of his carapace... and I broke him... Now the polite thing to do would be to squash the poor little guy out of his little buggy misery. but I just can't really bring myself to do it... (If it were a mosquito on the other hand, I'd squish him to my hearts content) In the mean time I have relocated him to the bug infirmary, AKA my trash can, with little mental images of him seeking terrible revenge by climbing out of my trashcan and wiggling on my leg in the middle of a call...