topcat

The enemy seems to be getting tired. More and more lethargic as the days roll by. I killed two before my morning coffee, picked them off with ease.
I wonder if its the heat. Are they starting to starve? Most of they day they just wait in silence, that is of course, until they spot my shadow peeking round the bend.
Bam!
They scramble with panic.
I wonder if they can even think, hell, I can hardly hold a coherent thought. But hardly is better than not. Hardly is better than them.
Bam!
I dont like killing them, but I dislike the thought of them living more than I dislike killing.
They puke on you, you know, before they feed. We cant have that now.
If youre fast enough, stealth enough, you catch them so off guard that they dont even make a move for your head.
Man I hate house flies.