Monday, November 30, 2015

The wasp

I killed a wasp today and didn't need to.

It had flown in through my open door and was
battling against the kitchen window
trying to get out.

I could have
placed a container on it and
taken it back outside.

But I
got the spray instead.

And I dropped the blind so I didn't have to witness its
death throes on the sill.

And I lifted the blind an hour later and still
it was convulsing.

Late that night I was passing by and decided to check once more.

It was finally dead.

Or so I thought.

As I looked in sorrow at its
broken body, it gave the
slightest of movements.

And I went to bed.

Ashamed.