I do not like to kill. I'm sure I commit enough manslaughter while sitting in a field of green grass. An actual committed act against a smaller being isn't my forte anymore. Its flakey, but I get afraid that the bug won't like me if I kill it. Or that its glaring and daring me to squish its life.
It makes me sick to do it. I'm so sensitive.
I smashed an assassin bug with one of my big shoes.
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It makes me sick to do it. I'm so sensitive.
I smashed an assassin bug with one of my big shoes.
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