The small bug with many legs
peeked
from
the
baseboard, having made
the impossible
trek
upstairs
and into the living room.
I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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The cruelty of being human, if we were to explain it to space aliens who might look at us as the bugs.
Small typo with my nighttime post! Fixed now (peeked).
C'est la vie. Bugs come and bugs go. If it's any consolation, I always say, "I'm sorry."*