Word of the Week #242:

Predator

So… I killed a frog…

It was deeply unsettling.

Oh, I don’t want to talk about it.

Just… It kinda startled me when I was in the shower, and apparently, in a fight-or-flight situation, I fight.

More than anything, what unsettles me is how calculated I managed to be in that situation. It was like my millennia of hunter instincts and decades of knowledge combined to unleash something I had not explored in my real life.

I mean, sure, it was just a frog, but still…

Anyway…