posted on Dec, 2 2011 @ 09:40 AM
What are those things?
There's one of them. Ah, yes, I even recognize it as one I have seen before.
It's the eyes. The eyes are always a dead give away. Intensions.
This particular specimen crosses my path every morning. I go to get my morning paper and there it is, staring atme like I might (for whatever reason)
dart across the lawn and stomp it's head into the ground. And maybe I will. I had never really thought about before, until just now. I guess I could
set a trap for it, wait till it's nice and captured, jump out of the bushes and SPLAT!
Jesus, did I really just have that thought?
I mean, these things are pointless. These things are everywhere, serve no purpose at all, and yet because of some obscure law (or something equally as
ridiculous), I am not allowed to hunt them.
And, yes, I would hunt them.
I believe in living peacefully with the critters of the world, but these things...
I guess I could hunt them, as long as I am discrete about it. I could sneak out at night with one of my hunting rifles and take care a few of these
They even look kind of tasty. Oh, yea... I could have a lot of fun eating one of those things. They are pretty disgusting looking, but so are cows,
and beef is good.
Yes, as long as I am discrete, I bet I could start ridding my neighborhood of these pests.
I remember being a kid and seeing these things all over the place and thinking, "woa, those things are scary". Though, as an adult I see them and
think "why do I put up with these things?"
Ugly, sweating, hairy, noisy little sacks of meat, just yearning for my frying pan.
You know, what? I'm going to do it. So what if I ever get in trouble? I'm doing a public service and I think God himself would approve of my doings.
I just can't find true peace with these things in my life.
I'm not moving. I have lived here my whole life.
Yes, I'm getting my rifle and my revenge.
Those things are in for Hell.
Heh...people. I hate them.