Well, no. I clapped and actually stunned him and he fell down onto his back right in front of me. I looked closely and saw his legs moving slowly as he was losing his life. So, I started crying because I feel really, really, really awful. Why did I do that!? It was so fucking mean.
I just buried him.
I buried him at sea…which was a shot cup of latte.
Sorry, mosquito. Going forward in life from this point, I will think twice before killing a bug. Mother Earth, please don't bring me bad things for that. My life just started getting really, really good.
I am a radical earth warrior.