I woke up tonight because some insect made a lot of noise in my bedroom. I used my electric mosquito buster to hunt it down and I experienced a feeling of true joy when the insect got electrocuted.
It got me wondering. Am I a bad girl for feeling joyful when a creature of God is going down in flames?
What constitutes a bad girl/guy?
There is a kind of beetle here, I'm not sure what it is, but it makes an appearance in the colder weather -- and I am convinced these little things are tanks on legs.
I've tried squishing them in tissue -- so I thought -- only to see them crawling out of the trash. I've tried stepping on them with my indoor flip flops (I never wear outdoor shoes on my floors,) but alas. They spring right up as if nothing happened. I've tried throwing them in the toilet -- only to witness them swimming to edge and moseying on up like they're on a lake vacation.
And so, I've resorted to having a lit jar candle around -- so I can throw them into a pool of hot melted wax that they can't swim out of or crawl away from.
MUHAHAHA!!! DIE, you evil menaces, DIE!
Hot candle wax > beetles.
Yes, I feel slightly guilty doing this -- but if they knew what was good for them, they wouldn't enter into my domain -- and they'd be a whole lot easier to kill.
Sometimes, you're given no choice but to be the bad girl!
(That's what I'm going with at least.)