I have just finished reading this rather disturbing story in today's newspaper. There was a bug on the overpass out on Hwy 65. It became quite obvious that the bug was despondent over something and was making preparations to end its life by hurling himself from the bridge into the traffic below.
Several people tried to talk the but out of jumping -- a priest, an entomologist , and a former playboy bunny.
Quite a large crowd had gathered and watched as the aforementioned three pleaded with the bug. Finally, they were ordered back by some guy on a bullhorn.
"CLEAR THE AREA! CLEAR THE AREA!", his voice boomed through the bullhorn.
Everybody pulled back and stood behind the yellow tape which the police had used to cordon off the area.
And then.... silence. Nobody moved.
The bug seemed a little confused and slowly started crawling closer and closer to the edge. A woman in the crowd gasped and fainted.
But then the bug stopped. It appeared to be, from what several of the witnesses reported, that he had changed his mind and was starting to turn around when, suddenly, a laser spot appeared on its back.
A deafening roar filled the air as the police sniper's bullet struck home and the poor insect was blown to oblivion. Nothing left but a little chip in the concrete where the bullet had struck and one of the insect's legs, spinning harmlessly like a top.
My question is: Why did they choose to kill that bug? Perhaps he would have survived the fall. I don't know, sometimes it seems the police are too quick to react. This whole sordid affair sickens me.
There was an accompanying photo with the story. Apparently, someone in the crowd took the photo just milliseconds before the fateful bullet struck home.
I ask you to examine the photo and do some soul-searching.
The world has lost another bug, and, dammit, no one seems to care!
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