Shell smashed juices flowing, wings twitch legs are going

Tonight as we (me plus my friends Beard and Eric) were discussing various topics, we somehow got onto the subject of a moth that Beard had killed earlier in the night while he was working on his paper. Beard has a history of killing insects, having a profound incident last summer when he burned a grasshopper alive. This incident still comes up in conversation on occasion and I assume that Beard thinks about often when we don't even talk about it, so it is one of the more important events in Beard's life or at least of last summer and often finds its way into our conversation when we are discussing killing arabs, or the cure, or going to work, or girls (subjects that all kind of blend together). This whole event is probably the only reason that Beard found killing this specific moth to be important, so it helps to understand it. In a completely unrelated incident involving insects, we have had a recurring ant problem in our house this summer. Because of the ants, Beard bought a can of generic pesticide, which is engineered by very smart people to kill insects as quickly and efficiently as possible. Because Beard is only interested in killing the ants in his room (the ones in my room and the kitchen are of no concern) the can happened to be sitting on his desk. What combination of annoyance, boredom and proximity to pesticide--definitely the most important contributing factor--Beard sprayed the moth with the raid, with the intentions of killing it because he was trying to concentrate on his paper. I forgot to mention earlier that the moth was one of the really big ones that has some actual weight to it. Because it was so big, Beard wasn't sure if the pesticide would be strong enough. According to Beard, the moth flew around like nothing had happened for a few minutes, but then began to fly noticeably slower. Then it landed and began "just kind of walking around" (this isn't exactly what beard said but it might as well be). Then it stopped and was theoretically dead, although maybe it was in a coma? As far as anyone is concerned, the moth was dead (shout out to the pesticide engineers, good product). I saw the carcass when I went to the bathroom; Beard had put it next to the sink because he wanted to show it to me. But after talking about the moth (or maybe before and thats how we came across the subject of the moth? who knows) we started talking about war and how people are really just monkeys who have evolved a little higher, and therefore are basically just the same as insects (other subjects that are all basically the same thing once you think about it). But talking about the pesticide and killing the bug led us to talking about gas in war, and there is really no difference between some random moth getting gassed just dying and some random soldiers getting gassed and just dying in World War I. There really is no difference between spraying a line of ants marching along the cable up to your desk because that is where the empty orange soda can is and gassing a line of soldiers marching along some road going to wherever the queen ant has sent them. Or arresting four Iraqis for looting, then running over their car with your tank. Talking to the camera of your embedded reporter the whole time so that any liberal friends you have can see you on Frontline proudly showing that America doesn't tolerate looting. By the way, that guy was a taxi driver and that was his taxi. Oh well, I think there was enough left of his car that you could build a decent IED. Its a lot like getting sprayed with Raid while you just fly around Beard's computer monitor, accidentally putting yourself in between Beard and his paper while he just happens to have a can of pesticide on his desk. Sucks for the moth.