Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 | General

A bug terrorized me the other day. And when I say terrorized, I mean it was on a wall across the room, not flying or making a noise, clearly just trying to figure out a way to get outside. It was a menace. Anyway, I freaked out for a good half hour until Zach responded to my IM and said he would take care of it when he got home. Unfortunately by that time it had disappeared, however I was smart enough to take a picture before that happened in order to scare Zach with its immense scariness:

Neither of us knew what this was. A friend suggested that it was a beetle. Could be. I googled it but all it came back with was pictures of cars and a few disgusting bugs, none of which were my disgusting bug.

Unfortunately, disgusting scary bug returned. All it took was a buzz to make me run from my computer in fear. Seeing nothing, I decided that I’d best stay away from the computer for awhile. I played wii fit for a bit then returned, thinking I had imagined the buzz. Nope. Icky bug was back in all its glory, although his back leg looked a little worse for wear. I don’t want to even imagine that I might have stepped on him without noticing. Disgusting. But back to the bug. I grabbed the Windex and sprayed him like crazy. Then I shoved him under a glass cup where he now remains. Not two feet from me, I have the captured beast in an overturned coca cola glass. But now I’m feeling pangs of remorse. I know the Windex is hurting him. He keeps flipping over and writhing in what I can only assume is bug pain. When he manages to straighten himself, he walks to the edge of the glass (always the edge nearest to me, clever bug) and gives me the saddest little bug look ever.

Should I release him? I could drop him out of the window, but it’s 11 floors up and that bug is really high on Windex. I don’t even know if he can fly, although Zach assumes so since he managed to make it up here. Gah! He’s looking at me again! All up on his hind legs, looking sullen. He’s going to die anyway, right? I mean, yes, I probably killed him with the Windex, but still, any action I take now won’t help things, right? And maybe my blogging about him gives his little life meaning? He will be forever on the internet! I like justifying my cruel actions.

He’s still looking at me.