3:00 p.m. - Friday, Sept. 24, 2010
Death
The bug fell to the floor of the ATM vestibule after she swatted it from her sweater. I was careful not to step on it when I bent to put the combination into the vault.
As we went about our own business, side by side, the bug and I . . .out of nowhere she slammed down her foot on his tiny, helpless body.
Why? Why kill him? He didn't have a stinger . . .he doesn't feed on the blood of humans . . .he wasn't even anywhere near her.
I hate to see the destruction of life. The senseless violation of another soul. However small.
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