As I dried my hair the other morning ... I noticed a mosquito-eater on the bathroom wall next to the mirror. These are harmless creatures who do me no harm. They don't scare me or give me the creeps.
Why then did it take all the self restraint within me ... to not blast the little guy with my blow dryer? It was all I could think about the whole time I blew my hair dry. I had this nearly irrepressible urge to aim the hot air at it ... and watch it get blown away.
Alas ... I did not. But ... jeez ... why was it so hard?