By Godwind 4 Comments
For the last few weeks, there has been squirrel running around on the rooftop of my house. He was digging away and away destroying it. Until it eventually got into my house.
Each night, the squirrel would go about my house causing trouble. It would go about my house eating all the bread products like bagels, rye bread, and white bread. He even went after the potato chips and Doritos. It was pissing the hell out of me. It would go about ripping everything apart.
Initially I thought it was a raccoon. Because of all the diseases that raccoons carry, I was worried about dealing with it. Besides carrying diseases, they are vicious. They would rip up your face in no time. I wasn't interested in going to the hospital to heal some wounds.
So one afternoon, I see the evil squirrel in my living room. I said to myself "So this is the little fuck that has been eating my food." Standing right there not giving two cents. At least the squirrel had the courtesy to scurry about my house at night while I was sleeping but coming out during the day is ridicoulous. I opened the front door to give it a chance to escape. As Naive as I was, he wasn't interested in taking my offer. It bolted into my sister's room. The coward was hiding behind her dresser.
I couldn't handle it anymore. I turn around the dresser. The coward that it is, it tries to hide it's head into the glass jar of a candle. I smashed the jar and the squirrel's head with my foot. The squirrel was bleeding. His life was fading away expressed in the seizure like behavior. I had already won. That wasn't good enough for me. I took my shoe and beat it with the heel. Blood was pouring and gushing out of his petite body. It wasn't good enough, he was still in his seizure state. I smashing and beating at his neck. It no longer quivered. It looked back at me with it's cold eyes. I knew I had won.
Murder is so satisfying.