I knelt down on all fours, and was greeted with that sharp, acid tang of insecticide. I knew what creature it was before I lay eyes upon it- its excessive buzzing anyone would find irritating to the ears. Once I got as comfortable as I could manage, with bare palms cold against and bony knees that scraped the tiles, my eyes were engrossed.
At first, I loathed this sickening need I had to witness it die a gruesome death. I knew that if I was able to understand its language, I’d be subjected to screams and pleas for the nightmare to end.
The creature continuously spun, moving so fast that the mass of its body became a whirling blur of a black hole, and when each episode of rotation stopped, the creature would twitch and flutter feebly. I wasn’t sure if such a dense insect had the ability to sense the loss of salvation- if it did, then did these sporadic outbursts that seemed to give the creature a glimmer of hope make him brave, instinctive or more so stupid?
The energy in his fight appeared endless. I soon believed that he would take this battle to the very end- just as I braced myself for the final jerk, he would pull sudden drive out of thin air and push on.
“Still going, that bugger, is he?”
I nodded in response. I did not turn around.
“It’s fascinating,” was all I uttered.
“Aw, is someone feeling sorry for the fly?”
“No,” I lied. “I’m just curious.”
I could hear him smirk. The creature still buzzed.
“Well, he’s gonna get mobbed. No use caring now.”
His heavy footsteps slowly trudged away in search of his bedroom. I remained.
Two minutes now, and the creature only possessed the faintest of life. The urge to observe a death was thrilling, but that’s what frightened me. I was unsure on how I’d react- watching the last, final breath of an animal being sucked away from its lifeless frame.
My eyes felt wet. How could I be weeping over one single, pesky fly? I carefully studied his wispy legs, his fuzzy body. A fat tear crept down my cheek.
I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it.
At once, I shot up. I sprinted away from the creature, and raced to my room, where on my bed rested the pillow I’d often sought reassurance from many, many times. I clutched at it, sobbing. My heart ached for the insect that suffered in pain, and tears tumbled down my cheeks.
But more so, I wept at my own base nature.
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