I have become a professional at the one shot kill. Those tan little centipedes that always seem to be crawling around late at night. I did not hate them because they posed a threat of danger, but because they ran so fast it was hard to stop them from crawling on you. No matter how many textbooks you drop they always seem to scurry away when you pick them back up. Never did I think I would care about one, that is until I pulled the stopper and let the sink fill up watching it sit on surface of the water, floating and wiggling its legs, hoping to find the dry counter. A smack is quick and painless, but watching it wiggle and fight for the surface after I tap it under, feels like murder.
- David Hooper '11
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