Life
The other day i was making myself a quick cup of coffee.. as i entered the kitchen i heard this loud buzzing sound... i looked up and there was a bee hovering around the room. It was about..
that big... so, fearful of its sting it looked for a bug spray under the cabinet but couldnt find it, but found instead, an all-purpose cleaning spray.
I thought, this should do the job and proceeded to spray the winged interloper.
Managed to score a couple of direct hits and the bee soon fell to the ground... it looks as if it was badly injured... trying to flee the death mist, flapping its wings to no avail...
it struggled, and it struggled dearly for life... as if a fish out of water, it was gasping for air.
it was then, i felt this sudden rush of guilt and remorse... i wanted to rid my kitchen of a potentially dangerous creature, it was never my intention to torture it, it would be wise to continue making my coffee and be on with my studying, but i wanted to know the fate of this little bee.
i looked... and i waited...and i looked.. constantly plagued by the dilemma of whether I should just squash it in one quick swipe, or to let it linger in its own agonizing death.
It took me so long to make that decision, time made my decision for me... i let it die by the poison i had covered the creature in...
dont get me wrong, at this point i was still feeling dreadfully remorseful. i wish i hadnt done it...
the bee spun in circles... as if trying to break free from a demon's posession. it spun on the ground, as if it were the ceiling and if it had flewn hard enough against it it would give way to the distressed bee. it was a terribly disturbing sight, i swored i never wanted to spray an insect with something that wasnt designed to kill it ever again.
then after a few seconds...it stopped.
and closer examination showed that it was cleaning its head with its two front feet, it was cleaning its abdomen on its two hind feet while maintaining balance on the floor with its two middle feet.
this went on for about 2 minutes...
then after flexing its wings for a little bit... the bee soon resumed flight...perfectly healthy, as happy as the flowers which the bee visits.
and just minutes ago i was feeling sorry for it, i was feeling guilty because i had put it through so much pain. but at the same time i was glad i didnt end its misery by one swat of the hand.
The Irony.
that big... so, fearful of its sting it looked for a bug spray under the cabinet but couldnt find it, but found instead, an all-purpose cleaning spray.
I thought, this should do the job and proceeded to spray the winged interloper.
Managed to score a couple of direct hits and the bee soon fell to the ground... it looks as if it was badly injured... trying to flee the death mist, flapping its wings to no avail...
it struggled, and it struggled dearly for life... as if a fish out of water, it was gasping for air.
it was then, i felt this sudden rush of guilt and remorse... i wanted to rid my kitchen of a potentially dangerous creature, it was never my intention to torture it, it would be wise to continue making my coffee and be on with my studying, but i wanted to know the fate of this little bee.
i looked... and i waited...and i looked.. constantly plagued by the dilemma of whether I should just squash it in one quick swipe, or to let it linger in its own agonizing death.
It took me so long to make that decision, time made my decision for me... i let it die by the poison i had covered the creature in...
dont get me wrong, at this point i was still feeling dreadfully remorseful. i wish i hadnt done it...
the bee spun in circles... as if trying to break free from a demon's posession. it spun on the ground, as if it were the ceiling and if it had flewn hard enough against it it would give way to the distressed bee. it was a terribly disturbing sight, i swored i never wanted to spray an insect with something that wasnt designed to kill it ever again.
then after a few seconds...it stopped.
and closer examination showed that it was cleaning its head with its two front feet, it was cleaning its abdomen on its two hind feet while maintaining balance on the floor with its two middle feet.
this went on for about 2 minutes...
then after flexing its wings for a little bit... the bee soon resumed flight...perfectly healthy, as happy as the flowers which the bee visits.
and just minutes ago i was feeling sorry for it, i was feeling guilty because i had put it through so much pain. but at the same time i was glad i didnt end its misery by one swat of the hand.
The Irony.
posted by Killl_Roy at 12:40 PM
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