i don’t kill things.
once brought a dead spider in from the cold to put in a collage, but the warmth of my hand revived it – i apologized & put it back. next day it was dead, so i used it. in time, its abdomen shrank to nothing – i replaced it with a faux jewel, and it became magic.
last night kathy was killing flies. she had a low death count. trying to please both my wife and the goddess of efficiency, i told her to turn on my computer, turn out the rest of the lights, and the flies would gather on the screen. she killed 8.
this morning i washed fly goo from my screen. kathy says you can see baby maggots in some, so she gets xtra credit for killing future flies.
am i complicit? am i damned for fly death, or did i do good by aiding my wife?
reminds me of Mickey Mouse in The Brave Little Tailor (1938). Mickey kills 7 flies in one blow. He is so proud of this achievement he cries out to two farmers on the street `I killed seven with one blow!’ the farmers were talking about a giant, so they assume Mickey killed seven giants. The King hears and makes Mickey his official giant killer. it ends happily ever after (at least until the next cartoon problem) with Mickey marrying Princess Minnie.
which giants must kathy and i now defeat?
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