What the hell is that feeling?
I hit my side with a well aimed kung-fu chop, only to frighteningly realize that a cool and somewhat slimy sensation was creeping into my bones. I just killed an inch worm. It was in my shirt. Now, all that's left is a green spot. They have green blood.
The poetry of the moment struck me. The only reminder of the existance of this unasuming insectoid is a small stain left on my Hanes undershirt. It's kind of sad when you think about it. This thing was a living, pseudo-breathing organism until moments ago. Soon it will be in my septic system, mixed with Tide with Color Safe Bleach.