highlight raze the highlight of my shitty day was killing a mosquito. make that two mosquitoes. i'm the kind of person who worries about fireflies and loves ladybugs and will watch an ant with wings walk across my forearm before flying away, and i'll feel a little sad to see it go. i'll save a japanese beetle from drowning and try to trap a housefly in a torn tendril of tissue so i can set it free instead of swatting it. but when the bloodsucking bastard that just pierced my flesh with its proboscis is part of a trio doing their best to bite the squirrel i'm feeding in the face, all bets are off. i caught one out of the air and mashed it in the fist i formed. made it a dark smear of insect ink between the lines that map my head and heart. then i did it again and bared my teeth and growled. 260815 what's it to you? who go blather from