I Killed them!

My wife and I had noticed a Gnat proliferation in our abode since our recent switch to a vegetarian lifestyle. The closest that I had ever been to vegetarism this time. I still enjoyed fish-- but no red meat with the occasional chicken. The Gnats were a pain in the ass. Have you ever tried to swipe at a Gnat? Their pesty activites; fly-bys while I was reading and dive bombs on my wife while she watched TV promped my decision. I looked around our storage closet for the answer. I pulled out the jug of indoor out door bug spray and lathered all access windows to the outside. I hit the key access points under my computer desk and in the bedroom and waited. Less than five minutes later the first casualty landed if you can believe it right in my opened right hand his precarious position there as if forming a death yell as he waved his little insect fist at me " Oh you got me copper!" I quickly smashed him on my belly, a small smear on my black tee-shirt. Seconds later another dizzy bug lands on my shirt near the spot of the smeared one and he too gets it. I actually felt a hint of guilt and sadness--my mind racing over the remote possibilities that these little guys were some exploratory force from the far away planet Zenobia. My actions causing this elder race to deem mankind not fit for existence. I could imagine the lone survivor giving her debriefing and the unanimous decision by their war council to move forward with the attack plans. Thats how shit gets started.