Remember that you were the one who wanted to do it the hard way.
When you entered my house, I left you alone. Perhaps you had a reason to be here. Perhaps I needed to learn why. Perhaps there would be a lesson at the end of all of this.
Perhaps I was wrong.
I am a firm believer in live-and-let-live, but when you started bothering my family, I knew something had to be done.
I tempted you with gifts to get you to leave: Candy. Fruit. Alcohol.
But you refused.
I tried to reason with you, give you a way out of a situation that had clearly gotten out of control.
But you ignored me.
Finally, I gave you one last chance. I believed in my heart that you wanted to do the right thing. I assured you that my threats were not to be taken lightly. That what would follow would be earth-shattering.
But for the third time, you denied my request.
Instead, you kept up your reign of terror over the ones I love.
And I knew that I had to make a choice.
Does the Mama Bear take joy in protecting her cubs form harm? Or does she do it because it must be done?
I slaughtered you in your tracks.
Those who did not immediately succumb to the poison* I afforded a small dose of mercy, throwing a cloth** over their writhing bodies and crushed in my hands. When your fragile skeletons snapped, and I knew the life had left your tiny body.
Some of you escaped. That was intentional. I want you to go back to your families. Go back and tell them.
Tell the tale of the woman with poison on her belt and death in her heart. Tell them of that day, that day where you were hunted in corners and under furniture, where you were flushed into the light of the afternoon and then killed. Tell them that next time, I will not negotiate with terrorists.Tell them of the Great Housefly Massacre of 2010.
*Not POISONpoison, but a spray bottle of warm water and dish soap.
**A paper towel. Do you think I wanna clean fly guts off my dish towels?