I saw it crawling on my desk. It sent shivers down my neck. A red blob on an otherwise stony white plywood on my desk. It was running fast like a soldier searches for haven in a desert when under fire from a helicopter.
I saw it and I think it noticed that I had seen it. So it went into the iron edged crevice on the desk. I tried to extradite it from there, but it went further inside. I looked away, and it came out of the hole, maybe to go back to its permanent hiding place.
I dived for anything within my reach and caught hold of a marker. I stamped the creature with my marker. I picked up the marker to witness it's death only to discover that the marker's bottom had a depth in which the creature was hidden quite amusingly. As if it had found its safe spot.
Being a merciful human, I didn't want to kill the insect now.
So I thought of a trap. I surrounded the marker with scotch tape in a fashion that the sticky portion faced towards the roof. I picked up my jail (the marker), and unloaded the prisoner onto the sticky tape. The creature felt some friction, but it was strong enough to break free from the yoke and it started running. I put it back into the prison.
I was feeling retched. Last week, at the same place I had killed another germ spreading creature with the thud of a spiraled manual. It had taken a lot of courage, but not enough to collect the dead body for disposal. I asked my friend to do it.
Anyways, having gone through last weeks events, I focused back on my latest prisoner. A brilliant idea struck me. I stretched a piece of tape and slowly emptied the prisoner again onto the death platform. As soon as it landed, I covered it with the stretched piece of tape. Thus it was suffocated. I rolled more tape to ensure it didn't escape.
I have the benefit of doubt because I don't know if it actually died or not. It stood motionless and there wasn't any blood.
So I said to the air, you are the judge as I breathe in you. I plead guilty of having suffocated a Cimex lectularius, to the effects that it couldn't move. But it hasn't died yet.
M'lord, your excellency, Miss Air, it is your responsibility if the creature dies. You mustn't turn a deaf ear to the dumb creature.
I free myself of all charges.
I saw it and I think it noticed that I had seen it. So it went into the iron edged crevice on the desk. I tried to extradite it from there, but it went further inside. I looked away, and it came out of the hole, maybe to go back to its permanent hiding place.
I dived for anything within my reach and caught hold of a marker. I stamped the creature with my marker. I picked up the marker to witness it's death only to discover that the marker's bottom had a depth in which the creature was hidden quite amusingly. As if it had found its safe spot.
Being a merciful human, I didn't want to kill the insect now.
So I thought of a trap. I surrounded the marker with scotch tape in a fashion that the sticky portion faced towards the roof. I picked up my jail (the marker), and unloaded the prisoner onto the sticky tape. The creature felt some friction, but it was strong enough to break free from the yoke and it started running. I put it back into the prison.
I was feeling retched. Last week, at the same place I had killed another germ spreading creature with the thud of a spiraled manual. It had taken a lot of courage, but not enough to collect the dead body for disposal. I asked my friend to do it.
Anyways, having gone through last weeks events, I focused back on my latest prisoner. A brilliant idea struck me. I stretched a piece of tape and slowly emptied the prisoner again onto the death platform. As soon as it landed, I covered it with the stretched piece of tape. Thus it was suffocated. I rolled more tape to ensure it didn't escape.
I have the benefit of doubt because I don't know if it actually died or not. It stood motionless and there wasn't any blood.
So I said to the air, you are the judge as I breathe in you. I plead guilty of having suffocated a Cimex lectularius, to the effects that it couldn't move. But it hasn't died yet.
M'lord, your excellency, Miss Air, it is your responsibility if the creature dies. You mustn't turn a deaf ear to the dumb creature.
I free myself of all charges.