Usually I can squash a bug and think nothing of it. Today my mind took a detour.
The little black spot was moving so even without my long range glasses on I could tell it wasn’t something I had dropped. I changed glasses, got a napkin and grabbed the little critter before he could get away. I then proceeded to flush him down the toilet. I guess I didn’t actually squash, I flushed.
I personified and began to wonder what was going through his little excuse for a mind. Remember that I teach middle school so I am familiar with how little minds work. Was he panic stricken or did he feel like he was on a wild ride at Six Flags? Do bugs feel pain or fatigue? Had I just committed murder? Was I helping a Buddhist on his way to Nirvana? Was it really a bug from the NSA and I had broken a federal regulation? Is this just my way of trying to forget that we could have a choice between Donald and Hillary in November?
I guess I will pour another cup of coffee and worry about it later.
homo unius libri
If your voting choice makes you THAT distraught, you'd better make it Irish Coffee (for today only)! lol
ReplyDeleteAre you trying to say that the NSA did not send that bug to check me out?
DeleteGrace and peace.
Haha, it's kind of comforting to know that I'm not the only one who ponders such things!
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone. If you don't believe me then listen to the voice in your mind.
DeleteGrace and peace
#BugLivesMatter. Only white men kills black bugs. Bug on bug crime is a lie. #Racist
ReplyDeleteI guess God is a racist because He, or She if you prefer, made very few white bugs.
DeleteConsider it karma.
Grace and peace.
I give a lot of critters a "burial at sea." Incidentally, I responded to your comments if you're curious.
ReplyDeleteI am always curious even if my name is not Gorges.
DeleteGrace and peace.