I get very heartbroken when I see the lobsters in tanks in the grocery store, and the trailers of livestock that I assume are speeding away to the slaughterhouse. I see their doom, and even if they don’t know it, I know that their lives are destined to be very short from here on out, and probably painful. I want them to have a fighting chance, even though I’m sure an animal Battle Royale would probably be even more terrifying for them than just getting zapped in the head. But it wouldn’t be worse than getting boiled alive!

At any rate, we have no door screen, and flies seem to be attracted to the flaking paint on our door for some reason. So there are swarms–SWARMS I TELL YOU!–all over our house. And let me just say, I’m getting to the point where I’m about to start murdering some of these assholes in cold blood.