Little Critters

The other morning while I was showering I noticed some movement near the edge of the tub. I promptly grabbed the shower head, aimed and washed that little critter right down the drain. After it was gone from sight and there was no hope of resuscitating it, I felt guilt. Not guilt because I had killed the bug (Portland hasn't rubbed off on me that much), but guilt because I realized I would much rather have my life squashed out in an instant then to sputter under water until I could no longer gasp for air at which point my lungs would be screaming for one last gulp of fresh air. From that point on I decided: I will just squash it and put it out of it's misery.