“Git! Offathere!” I barked to the bug. The bug rotated a bit and then sat still.
“Git! Git!” Gesturing now, as if to a person standing in my way, shoving aside some air a few times. The bug crawled over to the number of outs and then sat still.
“Git! Thafuck! Offathere!” A swig of beer. I glared at the bug. The bug rotated a bit and then sat still.
It never hurts to try to reason with a fellow living thing. “Thing is, bug, I’m watching baseball here. If this were an old Cheers rerun, I’d let you sit there in Sam’s hair all you wanted. But the …!--> read full post…