LOVE IS SQUASHING BUGS

A commercial for a TV show this week is a man telling a woman “I wanna squash bugs for you.”
I think that's a nice declaration of love.
No one’s been squashing bugs for me lately.
I maturely squash my own bugs.
Squashing my own bugs is not something that comes naturally to me.
I was the youngest child with a brother, father and mother who previously squashed bugs for me. Bathtubs, basements, closet, it didn't matter where I found them; I was saved. It was a great life.
Didn’t move from my parent’s house till I got married at twenty; then my husband squashed a few for me. But that’s when I started to learn to squash my own.
Waiting for someone to rescue me from an insect, when I regularly dealt with mice and spiders in my horse stable, seemed silly. However, it was nice to have my husband as a back-up for particularly freaky encounters.
Now, single, with my own place, it comes with the territory. I am chief bug-squasher.
Initially, big spiders were the hardest to approach. Big spiders still give me the heebie-jeebies.
But then I moved to Texas and encountered extra-large roach/waterbug monsters.
Huge, dark, winged roach-like insects that die for days on their backs, and turn into a yellow, yolk-like mess if you squash them, they freaked me out the first time one flew off the ceiling onto the wall.
I had a few false starts slapping them with a slipper, before I realized they’re like armored tanks and need a hard shoe to be smashed or a straight shot of DDT.
It took me three months to finally kill one.
Ever since I adopted a cantankerous cat, I haven’t had to kill too many big bugs. I’ll find parts of bugs I would’ve had to squash, but the cat turned them into pieces.
Other than that, I squash my own bugs.
I’ll do it for the one I love, too.

What Is Love?

I know I need it, but I'm not sure what it means to me anymore.
I’m on a quest to find the meaning of love. I don’t know how to explain what it is, but I can explain what is isn’t.
It sure isn’t the guy sitting next to me in the bar, who has chatted me up two night and leads me on as if he’s single, but has been married for thirty years. That insignificant-to-him fact is only revealed after direct, specific questioning.
He had already told me all about his business, his hobbies, his land, his cattle, his ranch. He neglected to mention the little woman.
“So do you live there by yourself?”
“No, I have a family.”
“Do you have a wife?”
“Well, uh, yea, but she leads her life, I lead mine...”
That’s not love. That’s co-dependency.
I’m still on my quest.

KINKY CREATURES

I’ve often heard accounts of ocean creatures beaching themselves or some other unsuitable adventure into human’s territories.
Animal lovers usually try to "rescue" these creatures, successfully and unsucessfully, and put them back into the environment from whence they came.
There are theories as to why whales beach themselves or dolphins or porpoises end up in seemingly inhospitable places. None of the theories have proved conclusive.
I would like to add to the theories.
Has no one ever considered that Shamu’s relatives might be desiring the life he (she?) is living? Has no one ever considered that captive whales and dolphins might somehow have communicated to the wild bunch that though their free-ranging days are over, fresh food, clean water, and loving humans are available just for doing a few tricks a day? Has no one considered that these beached whales and dolphins are trying to be captured? How much more obvious could they make it?
Shamu’s cousin is lying on the beach, there for the taking, thinking to itself "Come on, people, take me to your leader! I want some of those easy bucket-fish meals."
Meanwhile, do-gooders are shoving him back into the ocean, but Shamu’s cousin keeps beaching itself in the only way it knows to communicate to humans that it wants to be captured.
Hasn’t anyone considered that these may be creatures that crave domestication?
Just as there as some humans that have a slavery fetish, usually associated with sex, maybe these specific creatures are the fetishists of the ocean. Maybe they want to be dominated!
Whale and dolphin submissives. Think about it.
Why should humans be the only species to get kinky?