i killed him.
i don’t know if there was any other alternative, but i did what i did and thats all there is to it. i am not normally this intolerant, but this fellow was a menace. he was chewing up, one by one, the netlon on all the windows. it cost me quite a lot to get it done in the first place. and now the place is infested with mosquitoes again. more trouble.
as a boy, i remember watching dad swat flies on the dining table.
‘why do you have to kill them pa? can’t u just drive them away?’
‘why do they have to get into my house and worse still, sit right here on my dining table?’, was his retort.
it used to make me wonder then, as it does now, if man is inherently selfish. in that they tend to be territorial and don’t want invasion. is that what makes him powerful – his ability to stave off other beings. mostly. we aren’t able to do much about viruses, but those are exceptions.
my hands are bloody. not literally. it wasn’t messy or anything. in that sense, it is quite a contraption.
touch the bait.
cracks the medulla oblongata. usually causes instant death. i remember that partly due to my biology lessons at schools and partly due to some of the deathly blows we learnt as a part of our martial arts classes, mostly during advanced stages.
i hope his soul rests in peace.
more importantly, i hope he hadn’t introduced his new find to more of his clan.
PS: pointless post i guess, but i had to get it off my mind.