It was his first night with her, and when he saw this on the hotel wet bar counter, he instantly knew had two choices: squish it like a brute, or jump and squeal, giving her a story she’d enjoy telling for as long as this relationship would last.
He herded the bug onto a slip of paper from his pocket and deposited it in the garden with a sheepish grin; she smiled and knew this was going to be good – as long as it lasted.
“Symmetry in living things is so overrated – there’s beauty everywhere you care to find it,” she thought, just before she squished that disgusting bug.
He would be terrifying if he were the size of a bus.
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