As a boy, he killed out of misdirected rage, sometimes out of malice or morbid curiosity, and sometimes as an expression of joy (just for fun). He doesn't do that now knowing how stacked the odds are against breathing things, how hard they struggle just to exist a little longer.
Now, he coexists fairly well for a guy who lives alone. A couple of nights ago it was a lady bug attracted to the lamp in an otherwise dark house. Bonjour, Madame. Stay as long as you wish.
And there was a daddy-longlegs who lived upon the bathroom ceiling all summer and fall completely unmolested. Bienvenido, Senior. Mi casa y su casa.
However, a mouse ran across the top of the stove when he turned the kitchen light on this evening. Tonight the first snowfall is predicted. These folks wasted no time upgrading their digs. I can't lie though. Watching little homie run across the stove gave him a feeling of revulsion and the "kill it" voice returned.
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