If anybody knows me, they know that I am usually the one who will honk at a flock of geese, scream because I think a lock of my hair is a spider, and, when encountering an unknown species of something, suggest that it should be poked.
Well, just the other day, my friend (who loves unicorns, by the way) and I were playing wiffle ball for no reason, when we came upon a very strange-looking bug inside the garage. After tilting our heads sufficiently and squinting at it, scratching our heads and trying to figure out what to do with it, I said to this friend of mine, "Poke it."
So my friend took the wiffle bat and did just that. The bug didn't move. So she poked it again. It moved a little. The next time she poked it, it fell onto the ground (it had been positioned on the wall of the garage) and lay there motionless.
"I KILLED IT!" she screamed, horrified. I tried to reassure her. "Poke it again and see if it moves!" I told her. But with a nudge of the wiffle bat, it still did not move. "LIVE!" she cried, while still poking it, "LIVE!!!!!"
"It's probably just stunned," I declared. "That happens to bugs sometimes." So we left it alone and went on with our game.
About five minutes later, we ventured back into the garage to see if the bug was dead. My friend poked it with the bat again, and it moved!
"HE'S ALIVE!!!" we shrieked happily.
We tried to figure out what the heck a bug like that was doing in the garage. It was very weird-looking, and in my own mind I decided it was probably an alien that had come to spy on the humans in an effort to return to his home planet, tell the overlords, and have Earth destroyed. (My imagination tends to run away with me sometimes:P)
So, the moral of the story?
When in doubt, poke.
Hahahaha! It was the only one of it's kind! And I killed it!!! lol nope JK it lived :)imagine if we had actually buried it and given it a funeral.....
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