I went to the bathroom just a couple of minutes ago, and the first thing I noticed was a silverfish hanging out on MY bathroom floor.

I hate silver fishes, ok? They’re disgusting and always leaving tiny holes in my papers and sweaters. Nothing would be more gratifying than to burn all silvershits to its death.

Well back to the story, I have a wad of toilet paper in my hand and I’m about ready to deck this guy. As I pull my arm back to deliver the blow, a small daddy long leg literally jumped out of nowhere and started to attack the silver fish.

The bug on bug collision was a great comical moment. Daddy long leg is struggling to keep its poise on the silver’s (for short) back, as if it was on a turbulent silverfish rodeo while silver is running in tiny circles, probably wanting to scream, “Get this whore off my back!” if he only had a voice.

In the end, daddy long leg fell off the horse, unfortunately, and silver escaped. But luckily, for the great human I am, superior to all animals and insects, I killed him. And I ended up killing the daddy long leg too for failing its job.