I just caught a bloodsucker attempting yet again to get a piece of me. Curiously, I didn’t smash it like what I would’ve usually done. Instead I got a dollop of insect repellent lotion and put it on top like cherry on ice cream. I watched with satisfaction as it desperately tried to get away only to fail. Moving so slowly, then frantically, then slow again… It was so alive and yet so…dead. I could practically hear it beg. Then I got my atomizer and spritzed it with cologne. Not too much to drown it, not too little to have no effect. Just perfectly right to make it regret and hate itself for picking me. I didn’t kill it. But I’m sure it wished I did.
Then, it reminded me of you.
I smashed it.
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