to start this story I would like to declare that I am not a smart person. but yea... so there was this bee flying around my room and I decided that it had to die... so it landed on the window and I walked up and flicked the fucker in the head... so he droped. and I thought he was done... lyeing on the ground twitching and shit... but hte bastard was faking! I picked him up by the wing and just as I did that he swung his ass around and planted one right on the end of my finger... the fucker. so I picked him up with a dust pan and tossed him outside to fight again.... next time I will get the bastard.
I like dead kittens.