Mixed Moss

I just killed a fly. He was annoying me. He was flying about half-heartedly, near my computer monitor. He was crawling over the desk near my cell phone. He was not flying away as soon as my cellphone came even remotely close to him as I nudged it his direction. What was wrong with this fly? Why wasn’t he flying away? It’s their defense mechanism. It’s why we call them flies. They are impossible to kill because they just fly away so fast.

So I squished him. It was surprisingly easy. I never thought I’d actually be able to do it. First try. There he went. And it was then that I realised that there must have been something wrong with his wings. There must have been something that made it almost impossible for him to fly. He must have been injured, or very old. Maybe somewhere in his little fly brain he realized that he was in extreme danger; a sitting duck. He couldn’t fly away and he was stuck in hostile territory.

When that realization hit me, I felt like it was me that I had just squished. A little bit sick to my stomach. He was annoying. But if I’d known he couldn’t fly I wouldn’t have squished him. I think I might be that fly that I just squished. And oh, how I wish that I could fly away.

I hope there’s no such thing as Karma.

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