Argh, ****, Kill
Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 1:43 am
Argh: there was a strange thread fine tree based worm writhing and twisting in apparent agony while I puffed on my morning cigarette. It was just within morning view, which is only half of normal vision, and I originally thought it was a strange piece of lint playing in the wind until I realised it was moving independently of the breeze.
****: It became disturbing because, though it hardly seemed sentient, it was not moving in a way that indicated happiness. I was tempted to put it out of its misery but didn't particularly want it on my shoe as, though I was sure I wouldn't see it, I would know it was squished there all day.
Kill: The wind picked up, blowing in my direction with a ferocious gust. The worm disappeared and I know it was in the wind path headed for the direction of my person. I looked and could not see any way of detecting if it had landed on me.
The day got only slightly better. It's over now though.
****: It became disturbing because, though it hardly seemed sentient, it was not moving in a way that indicated happiness. I was tempted to put it out of its misery but didn't particularly want it on my shoe as, though I was sure I wouldn't see it, I would know it was squished there all day.
Kill: The wind picked up, blowing in my direction with a ferocious gust. The worm disappeared and I know it was in the wind path headed for the direction of my person. I looked and could not see any way of detecting if it had landed on me.
The day got only slightly better. It's over now though.